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revolvius · 2 years
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UnderWAR Casts Re-Design #4
The Key Members
The rest of the casts are those who aren't in a particular family, but just as or even more important than the 3 families.
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Justika Languar
She is the step-daughter of Magi, an old war veteran turtle back in the Demon apocalypse. She was trained as a child to fend for herself, and during that time she learned the rarity and importance of kindness to others. When she was 18, she entered the military academy.
Justika is the top graduate of the military academy and graduated just 2 years after she entered it. She then became Azuro's student and was able to improve a lot during that time. She was able to enter the Elite Guards in such a young age because of it.
She has a huge crush on Rollin the Royal Scientist and was basically chasing after her the entire time until Rollin finally submitted to the relationship. Rollin nicknamed the young gal "Rookie".
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Kaosu Arachnia
5-year-old Kaosu was taken from the street as a student and personal assistant by Yulian. She was trained into a deadly assassin and spy until she left to be a mercenary when she was 15. She kept a healthy relationship with Yulian after that.
Kaosu is a top mercenary that is often hired by the empire for many, many discreet operations and espionage. During that time she was spying on the young improving Torch and as he turned adult she made him submit to her. And that was the beginning of their wild relationship.
Her webs are able to read someone's true intention, and so does hurting them if they said otherwise. Her webs can be turned into a whip if need be. And other... desirable thing between her and Torch.
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EXO
EXO is Rollin's greatest creation and the most advanced AI in the entire AU. He is empowered by the POWERED SOUL, an artificial soul created by Rollin when she was just 18. EXO is the eyes and ears of the empire, while also being its ULTIMATE weapon against the demons.
He has two forms, the monitor and the WAR form. In his monitor form, he helps Rollin with the lab and assists every imperial matter. In his WAR mode, he is truly one of the most powerful beings in the AU. Even more powerful than Frederick. He rarely uses this mode as he has no need for it often.
EXO does not have emotions even if he has a soul. He's only truly loyal to Rollin and will do everything to protect her, even if it means sacrificing himself.
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Hikari Grilsea
He is Frederick's childhood friend and personal advisor. He helped Frederick and the rebellion using his IVORY FLAMES and his intelligence. In the present days he's the current Royal Advisor, helping out any imperial matters. He was also responsible for training both Torch and Azuro empowering their pyrokinesis.
He once had a family which was killed by the demons, and now he chose to live as a lone wolf despite his busy schedule. He was very impressed when Azuro managed to defeat him in a pyrokinesis battle, which made him accept Azuro as an equal.
His POWER soul allowed him to be more powerful than his LV suggested him to be. He can even equal Frederick with his own power alone.
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Oni
Oni is an ancient ghost of the underground. Even he doesn't know how long he has lived under here, way longer than even the empire. He hid in shyness and fear when the empire took refuge in the underground for years until Yulian found him and took him in to be her new personal assistant after Kaosu left.
Through Yulian he became braver than he was before. Still shy, but now he can roam through the underground with ease in his soul. Demons can frighten him a bit but he was reminded of being a ghost so he can't really be hurt. He doesn't like violence so he possesses demons and neutralizes them if he can.
He sometimes hangs out with EXO when he's free. Listening to kinds of music and making remixes with him through EXO's monitor.
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chimcess · 2 years
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Painted Wolves Masterlist
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Welcome to the Painted Wolves Universe Masterlist! I will be posting them in the order they should be read as they are chronological. I had so much fun coming up with this universe and cannot wait for all of you to watch how the series plays out! These will all be posted sometime after The Spork so it will be a while before you get to meet our boys, however, The Culling will be out this year for sure! Again, I highly recommend reading each story in order as well as listening to their respective playlists (Will be posted as they come out) as they are what helped me move each story along.
Chapter One: Black Mamba
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The Culling Yoongi x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Assassin! Yoongi, Assassin! Reader, Gang Member! Yoongi, Gang Member! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Enemies to lovers! AU, Rival Gang! AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining Synopsis: Yoongi and Y/N are the most infamous assassins in Seoul. While both work for unspoken rival gangs Bangtan and The Painted Wolves, the two meet under different circumstances and cannot seem to stay away from one another despite the implications of what would happen if either of their bosses found out. However, once rival gang EXO starts to push into Bangtan territory and brings Painted Wolves into their feud, the gang end up coming together to take them down, and old feelings, new feelings, and the unknown are uncovered along the way.
Chapter Two: Fox
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Saint Venus Jimin x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Inventor! Jimin, Stripper! Reader, Gang Member! Jimin, Genius! Jimin, Ex Sugar Baby! Reader, Single mom! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Strangers to Friends to lovers! AU, Rival Gang! AU, Single mom! AU Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining Synopsis: It has been a year since Bangtan and The Wolves have joined forces and trouble is brewing on the horizons. Y/N is a stripper at Bangtan owned club Saint Venus, a troubled girl from a troubled world, and barely making ends meet to support her and her daughter, Deji. She meets Jimin at her day job at a diner and while she enjoys the attention, she also knows who he is and refuses to allow things to go further. That is until she gets a shocking visit from the past late one night and gets thrown into a world she thought she had left behind in Busan.
Chapter Three: Death Adder
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Paparazzi Hoseok x Reader Release Date: TBD Word Count: TBD Other tags: Hitman! Hoseok, Jewel Thief! Reader, Gang Member! Hoseok, Ex illegal boxer! Reader, Rich! Reader, Gang Member! BTS Genre: Gang! AU, Exes to lovers! AU, Gang! AU, Money Heist! AU, Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining, Lots of love-hate at beginning Synopsis: No one really knows much about Jung Hoseok, he has always been an enigma and the thought of knowing more has always been off of the table unless you wanted to lose your life. All except for Yoongi who came to warn him about a whirlwind making her way back to Seoul. Y/N disappeared a few years ago, at the time she had been the most formidable fighter in the underground fighting scene, and Hoseok had been her number one fan, but things are different now. Gone is the dirty, hungry, and unapologetic girl from The Complex who fought tooth and nail for rent. Now, Y/L/N Y/N is a cold chameleon soul playing the role of a rich socialite and robbing jewels along the way. No one really knows what happened in the years she was gone, but Hoseok is determined to find out, even if that means opening a can of worms he is not prepared for.
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heniareth · 2 years
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Henlo lovely friend :3 I am nyooming into your askbox with all due speed and urgency regarding the OTP questions for Astala (my BELOVED!!) and Zevran (ALSO MY BELOVED!!). If I may enquire:
3: Do they wear the other's clothes? (Sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)
4: Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected?'
57: Who's the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?
60 (if it's not too personal): Who pulls the other closer when they're sleeping?
You take care and enjoy yourself!! No pressure on any of this, just whatever you fancy, whenever you fancy it. Have yourself a gorgeous day!!!
Hello Plant! :D The ask you answered yesterday inspired me to sit down and answer this one apparently, because I wrote the bugger up in one go!! Never happened before XD XD You do magic with those words. Before I get into the questions, a littel prelude:
These questions make me think about a potential modern AU. Astala probably would've dropped out of school as soon as it was legal to do so and started working whatever jobs are available. Maybe cashier? Waitress is still a possibility. She'd definitely have been juggling two jobs plus a few odd bits of work to make ends meet. Then she gets fired one day and lo and behold, Duncan offers her a place with the Grey Wardens. I imagine they'd pay well, which is why Astala would take the job. Zevran is still an assassin for hire, and eschews guns in favor of knives for his assassination attempt. To kill somebody with a knife, you have to get close to them and expose yourself to harm. A gun makes people way too easy to kill. A knife attack can also be written off as a mugging gone wrong or something. The party camp turns into an empty office building where the Grey Wardens had their HQ. The group would transform it into one big apartment. Cubicles are turned into rooms (walls between several cubicles are broken down for more space). There are sofas and rugs and a fully functioning kitchen and bookshelves and plants. Rascal is still a big dog. Shale is... a robot? A person in a very cool exo-skeleton suit for someone a la Iron Man? Oh and magic still exists. After the whole thing with the Blight is over Zev and Astala would have enough money for a tiny but cozy apartment in a quiet part of town, with enough space on the balcony to fill it with plants. Please feel free to picture what scenes are described in the answers as happening in said apartment. Other alternatives are Vigil's Keep, where Astala has a tiny portion (study + room + entrance) to call her own. Or a house in Antiva with white walls and a roof with red shingles with a porch where flowering vines creep up the walls. Also in the modern AU Astala would be finishing school after the Blight and discover that studying for exams is so much better than a night shift or killing darkspawn.
And now, off to the questions!!
3. Do they wear each others' clothes? (Sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)
Yes they do! Astala does this particularly often, especially when Zevran is away, especially at night. She will wear something of his until it no longer smells like him, and then she'll pick something else. It makes the missing him a bit easier, but at the same time a bit worse because something of his is there but not he himself. She gives it back once Zevran returns, however. Most of it, anyways. One or two shirts might get lost among her things. How curious indeed XD Zevran I think would also wear things of Astala's, but it'd be because it's become a somewhat accidental habit. Maybe there's a scarf she has lent him so often it's as good as his (he did happily accept it every time she offered it of course). Or a bandana that Astala used once to tie his hair back and he finds it a year later in the pockets of the trousers he was wearing. And by that point Astala would insist he just keep it, since he's evidently using it more than she is
4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be 'protected?'
Well now. This is quite the question 👀👀👀 They are both quite protective of each other, Astala in a more physical "I'll literally stand between you and harm" way and Zevran in a "stand aside and observe and be ready to strike if necessary" way. So during the Blight, they both do their fair share of protecting. Then of course Astala gets injured in the fight with the archdemon and just can't hold her own as well as she used to. Their roles are now inversed: Zevran is the more physical one because he can be, while Astala has to keep away from danger and can intervene only from a distance. But intervene she does, and she makes up for her lack of movement and her vulnerability with a quick and cold ruthlessness. If there's somebody an attacker could convince to stop and talk it out, it's Zevran now.
As far as being protected goes... Astala only catches glimpses of it, but Zevran works very hard behind the scenes to help her navigate Fereldan politics and later also the Antivan merchant guilds (I am playing around with the idea to have Astala give up Amaranthine and to settle close to Antiva as a merchant, at least for a time. She'd try to create a market for artisans from the Fereldan alienages in Antiva and the reverse in Ferelden, and I think she'd do pretty well). He'd suss out business practices, potential customers, do networking, all of that. And Astala would shield him from his own demons. It's hard to live with yourself when you've let yourself down so often. Astala would remind him when he's being too harsh with himself, pull him back when he's starting to slip into old patterns and habits, just be something solid around which to reorient himself and remember that he's not the kind if man who'd kill his love for the Crows anymore. So yeah. They have each others' backs pretty consistently
57: Who's the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random thing in the cart?
At the beginning of their relationship there's a very notable difference. Except when she's in a serious need for something to lift her mood, Astala will think every purchase apart from the bare necessities over thrice. Very expensive things she doesn't even look at, because they're firmly in the category of not in her budget. Zevran is much quicker at buying and wanting things if he has the coin for it, tomorrow be damned. He's mostly succesful at pulling Astala along, unless it is a veritably silly thing like a gigantic nug pillow or an outright luxury item (like the expensive kinds of jewelry or some rare foodstuff from Seheron or whathaveyou). In those cases Mistress Woolsey is a surprisingly adept negotiation partner. She will show Astala the numbers and will assure her that she can afford it and once doesn't hurt, it's an investment rather than a frivolous purchase and, if the arlessa will allow it, she will point out that the jewelry Astala already has just doesn't cut it for an occasion like the 5th anniversary of the slaying of the archdemon. I imagine Zevran learns budgeting skills rather quickly, while Astala takes a bit longer to shake off the compulsion to hoard money for emergencies. But she relaxes with age, and in their senior years they can often be seen snooping around the market for interesting knickknacks and curiosities, maybe some new food to try or something small for each other. Sometimes Zevran will play the part of the frugal husband to tease her. It's worth stopping and watching these two bicker like the old married couple they are
60. Who pulls the other closer when they're sleeping?
(Not personal, don't worry ^^ I'm okay talking about fluff, smut is where it can get a bit too personal for my liking. Depends on the question and if there's ever a particular item in an ask game i'm not comfortable talking about I'll write it in the tags when I reblog said ask game)
Zevran, I imagine. Zevran seems to be the kind of guy to briefly wake up, drape one arm around Astala, cuddle up and fall back asleep. Or he straight-up doesn't wake up and reaches for her on instinct. I already told you, but physicality is important for Zevran. I imagine pulling Astala in is an unconcious reminder that she is there. I also imagine he'd crave closeness the most when he's just come back after a time of being apart, and would thus pull her in more frequently. It helps that Astala sleeps like a log: she doesn't move much and somebody pulling her in doesn't wake her up. In fact, her sleep is too deep to pull someone closer, which is an action that requires a lot of steps done right. If she seeks out Zevran, it will be via rolling over the bed until she bumps into him, and where she bumps into him she settles. Sometimes it makes for a terribly sore neck in the morning, sometimes it even wakes Zevran up (who I headcanon to have a very light sleep due to his experience as an assassin). The only time she'll actively pull him in is when he's being restless, either because of a nightmare or because he just can't sleep. Quick movements by her side is something that will reliably wake Astala up enough to do that. And it bears mentioning that both of them are very given to sleeping close to one another (although they do change from glued to one another to wothin comfortable arm's reach over the years) except during an Antivan summer. Nobody could endure any kind of body heat during an Antivan summer
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And that's that! I hope you enjoyed the answers and the glimpses of them both as much as I enjoyed writing them XD They are so very close to my heart. Thanks for indulging me and I hope you have the most gorgeous of days yourself!!
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trashlord-007 · 1 year
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I'm glad you have a sense of humor or at least realized that the killed a man question was supposed to be funny.
Lemme preface this by saying some of your questions about me I'm happy to answer, but others I'd like to leave until after the reveal if you'd still like them then. Gotta try and make it hard to identify me if you let curiosity get the better you.
Jongdae is a sweet man and deserves the world, I'm so happy for him getting the family he's wanted. Hopefully, we'll get a new album from him eventually. Did you have a favourite of his songs? Or a favourite bit of his from an exo song?
I do game a bit, although I've never played mass effect or far cry, I stick with the final fantasy and legend of Zelda franchises. Though assassin creed did catch my eye during the ff15 crossover event and I briefly contemplated playing it. I get the finding some semblance of peace actually...final fantasy 15 has a fishing option too though I'm more likely to pop that in and follow the storyline as I wander the world rather than fish. Same goes for Zelda really, I'm more of a start the game over and revisit the world and actions through the story line sort of person.
Problems are a valid creation lol. But gif making? That's a labour of love as far as I'm concerned, I've seen what goes into making gifs and gif makers have all of my respect for the work they do. Same goes for fic writers, fanartists, etc theres so much that goes into producing fan content and its amazing what people do for the things they enjoy.
What sort of things do you write? I'm afraid I haven't familiarized myself with your work. Do you have a favourite genre to write for? What about reading while we're talking about it?
Speaking of reading I squealed so loudly when I read the words gunslinger!!! That is one of my most favorite series ever in the history of ever. Please tell me you've read all of them. Lie if you must lol. Really though, "The man in black fled west across the desert and the gunslinger followed" is an epic opening line and it gives me chills even just typing it out. And don't get me started on when Jake told Roland "Go then, there are other worlds than these." And then purposefully fell. One act that sent Roland on his path to further redemption. The whole series is a masterpiece truly.
You said horror and scifi....I'm not much for horror, but some sci-fi I can do. I generally stick with fantasy and comedy and dramas tbh when I consume media. But there are a few notable exceptions namely the three star franchises...Stargate, Star Trek, and Star Wars. Also Doctor Who...not that my brain equates the doctor with sci-fi lol. Though some are more familiar to me than others. What sort of sci-fi are you into?
Uh most watched YouTube? Well my go to channels are nate the hoof guy and north of the border. I tend to stick them on as background noise since they're easy to follow along with without having to actually pay attention. I do listen to music sometimes when I create though when i do its whatever helps me concentrate best at that moment. Sometimes it's something wordless so I can just immerse myself in whatever I'm working on, or it's a certain song on repeat that I can fade into if that makes sense.
Best part of fandom is its people tbh. As for what I like to create....edits, moodboards, fic, eventually I'd like to try my hand at videos and sound mixing there's a few mash-ups on YouTube that are so cool. I also like to create food, and I love to fingerpaint. I absolutely suck at it but it's fun and messy and a great way to relax, I highly recommend it!
Speaking of creating, I'm not sure what I'll have the time for gift creation wise so how about you give me a few suggestions for themes for the edits or the moodboards, ( I can also do icons/headers/lockscreens) and maybe what you'd be looking for in a fic? Au?, type(angst,fluff,slice of life etc)? member?, that sort of thing.
Now for a a few new questions.... do you have any blog recommendations on here? People you enjoy interacting with or content creators whose work you enjoy. How about exo fanarts or artists? Do you enjoy those? Do you have any favorites?
I like to think I have a sense of humour!
hehe, I can respect that. I promise I won't search for you prematurely but feel free to ignore any/all questions you don't wish to answer!
Jongdae does indeed deserve the world! he's so lucky, too, to be blessed with not just one child but two! My favourite song of his is definitely Good Night! So, so beautiful T_T and definitely one of my favourite songs of all time.
oh heck yeah!! FF and LOZ! I have a FF on my shelf to play but haven't gotten around to it (I have many brand new games on my shelf that still need to be unwrapped, I'm so behind >.<). I don't have a Switch so I haven't played BotW but it sure does look fantastic. I think my last LOZ game was... A Link to the Past on GBA... no, nevermind, I just checked and I had Phantom Hourglass too. But my favourite was Wind Waker on GameCube!!
I'm hoping they remaster the first AC! To me, in my personal opinion, not confirmed (I'm just hoping!!) they kinda hinted that maybe they would?? at Ubisoft Connect this year! so I'm really hoping!! because I never actually finished it T_T I got pretty much to the end, too. Le sigh. I'm so close! But I lost my original save files on one of my earlier consoles >.<
I'm hesitant to replay older games because everyone is doing remasters or remakes these days! I bought the DLC for the Mass Effect games a few months before the remaster was announced with all the DLC included lmfao
I started playing FC6 again the other night (never finished it, oops) and my first achievement of the night was for catching fish so I think it's safe to say I'm obsessed with that mechanic haaaa.
I get that! I like to replay games for the story, too. Sometimes I even lower the difficulty if I'm in a mood to experience the story rather than the gameplay. That way I can finish it quicker! And I won't do 100% completion runs (like checking every planet in ME).
Playing through your favourite games is self-care! -- me, who is spending all my time gaming lately instead of being on here and responding to you in a timely manner (sorry!!).
It really is! I always knew it was hard to do but my God, I didn't realise the true extent of it. GIF creators are amazing. And you're so write!! Anyone making fan content is perfect, talented, and lovely. So wonderful, truly.
That's fine and also please DO NOT feel like you have to! You needn't read any of my fics!
I mainly write... well, I was going to say smut and yandere but my fluff masterlist is the longest so I definitely sneak those in quite often. My favourite genres to write for are the same as the ones I read! I know some people don't like to mix business with pleasure, but I love writing horror and sci-fi! Though I will admit I haven't written space-based sci-fi yet. And if a book or fic is sci-fi or horror, I will try it out. If it's a sci-fi horror or just based in space?? I WILL read it there and then!
OH HELL YES!! Another Dark Tower fan!! Dude, it's freaking PERFECT! You even quoted my favourite line T_T While it does have one of the best opening lines in the history of ever, Jake's "Go then, there are other worlds than these" really just punches me in the gut every time I think about it!! King really outdid himself with that series, my God. The Gunslinger will probably always be my favourite but I'm enjoying every book so far!
But, ahem, I'm still on the fourth book! I miss Blaine the Train T_T he was so much fun! I'm currently finishing Paolini's To Sleep In A Sea of Stars and then I will be go back to listening to Wizard and Glass!
Yes, I love me so good horror! I used to be, hmm, opposed to horror films because every year my birthday was overshadowed with Halloween (lol, don't judge me, I'm opening up here), but now I love them (and Halloween) so much!! And sci-fi... to vaguely quote Markiplier, "I'd sign up on a mission to space even if I knew 100% I would die".
I also don't really think of Doctor Who as sci-fi even though it is! haha, funny. I love the original 6 Star Wars films! I named my kitty cat after Anakin! I haven't watched the new ones yet tho. And, haha, I watched the original Star Trek series after watching the new films. So great, so classic!! I named a kitty cat after Cumberbatch's Khan, too. I never watched much Stargate aside from the original film.
I enjoy any sci-fi that is based in space! Interstellar is my favourite film right now~ and it used to be Avatar which is getting its second film soon!! I told myself I don't even like Avatar that much anymore and then watched the trailer and BOOM obsessed once more haha!
I don't know Nate the Hoof Guy or North of the Border. What type of content do they make? If I had to pick individual channels I like then I would go with Slogo and Markiplier (gaming) and Nick Crowley and Watcher (horror/paranormal investigations/stories etc).
What kind of music do you listen to when you create? Do you have any specific songs/playlists rn? and yes, that makes perfect sense! I like to repeat / loop music when I write, too.
Wow! You're a jack of all trades! that's so cool T_T edits and moodboards require such skill and talent and an eye for design. I also want to try out audio mixing. I make youtube videos occasionally so it would be fun to learn! You cook?? omg, you really are so !!! you know??? I can't cook, like, at all. Finger painting...? I think I'd be too OCD to do it T_T I freak out a little when my hands get dirty haha. I've been better about it lately but I had an episode the other day--- why am I talking about this? lol, I always ramble T_T
No worries at all~ don't stress yourself out over the gift. It's not a big deal! For edits and moodboards, my go-to request is always Jongdae and thunderstorms! For fics... I don't read for Jongdae but if it's platonic then I would! or a Baekhyun fic~ Anything genre wise except angst and MCD.
Honestly, anything you come up with will be perfect! <3
Blog recommendations... I'm assuming EXO-Ls?
@merinaart does the most amazing artwork ever! my favourite artist on the site tbh! @mel-loves-all is one of the sweetest people ever and she used to host this event! @myeoning-call makes some really amazing content, too! and she was my first giftee <3 and @your-sophie18 is my new friend, oml, love her + she tags me in cool things about EXO <3 such a real one. Then I can't forget my lovely @achenlove who made me the cutest little Chen drawing last year T_T I still cherish it!
oh,.. I kinda included the CCs I like to interact with ^ up there. I don't really interact with people that aren't moots very often, and when I do it's just to reblog and leave feedback on fics. I'm not very outgoing like that! hmm... how about you tell me some CCs you like and I'll check them out? or blog recs in general!
Hope you're well and sorry again for the delay! sometimes I just... eh, it doesn't matter. Always have some kind of excuse.
Sending you love and wishing you the best! <3
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“so, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for i, too, am fluent on silence.”
— r. arnold
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Bar 9 (Assassin Series - EXO x NCT x OC) Chapter 2
Main Characters: Baekhyun (EXO), Taeyong (NCT), Morgan (OC), other members of both NCT & EXO 
Summary: A girl with a secret, a boy with a history. The best thing about Bar 9 was its exclusivity, at least, that’s what Byun Baekhyun always thought. But, what happens when everything they’ve ever known comes to a halt, and the walls of fate come crashing down?
💥Warning: Assassination, blood, guns, lots of angst, a ton of snark, sugar, spice, and everything nice! 💥
CHAPTER 2: SHOTS 
Downtown Honolulu never really seemed to be the place Byun Baekhyun would find himself at this point in his life. Yet, here he was, juggling the keys to his bar, praying he wouldn’t drop them in the puddle forming outside of the steel doors. It was around 9:00 pm in the secluded alley where Bar 9 resided. But, Baek was no ordinary bar owner, nor was his bar just ordinary. Bar 9 was known to few outsiders, but visited by many businessmen, high-class aristocrats, and, of course, assassins. Baekhyun happened to be one of the world’s most elite, and leader of The Nine-- a group of assassins all living up to the high expectations Baekhyun insisted on instilling. Baekhyun finally found the correct key and slid it into the dead bolt. As the steel doors clicked open, Baek looked to his left, only to notice a dark figure appear down the alley, running through the rain. Baek slipped a hand into his jacket, placing a steady hand over his gun as he stared at the person, never letting him out of his sight. As the person came closer to the dim light of the bar entrance, it became clear that it was Sehun, running late yet again.
“Listen, Sehun, if you’re going to be late, at least text me.”
Sehun, out of breathe, flipped back his hood and smiled, “But it wouldn’t make me on time now, would it?”
“Ass, at least it lets me know to text D.O. a little earlier so I’m not opening this place alone. You know how I feel about opening up by myself.” Baek huffed and held the door open to his younger apprentice.
“I know, I know, sorry about that, Hyung. It’s just that… I had this girl over, right? And it was so hard not to--”
“Stop right there, I don’t wanna hear any other details about Sehun’s sex life before work even begins.” From the shadows, D.O. stepped forward towards his two friends.
“Thank God you’re here, I thought he’d never stop talking.” Baekhyun nudged D.O as he walked through the door.
D.O clicked on the lights to Bar 9 and it soon hummed to life. Neon lights glowed throughout every corner of the building. Black velvet lined the entirety of the bar and table areas as well. Soft leather booths sat pretty with black marble tables spread apart, evenly dispersed. Baekhyun thanked the boys for getting things started and headed for the back. With a different key card, Baek slid it through the door pad and the dead bolt released, allowing him to step into the back hallway. The cement made it seem colder than it was, and the harsh light illuminating from his office made him sigh. Ask Baek if he thought of owning a bar two years ago and he would have told you, “Hell no, never”. He probably would have still been on the streets in Seoul, running around the syndicate hallways with his assailant brothers, getting and dodging assignments back and forth, taking names, and drinking lots of shitty coffee.
“Another day, another body.” Baekhyun laughed as he looked at a picture on the wall of his brothers. Not only the boys of The Nine, but others who have fallen in the line of duty as well, each with a line striked through their faces. He unlocked a small safe that was attached to the underneath of his desk and grabbed a briefcase filled with letters, bank statements, and property tax papers. Baekhyun once again entered the main area of the bar and sat at the counter. D.O was now dressed in his bartending uniform and cleaned up nicely with his laundered white button up that he cuffed up to his elbows,  and a black tie embroidered with The Nine’s signature symbol.
“Damn, you look hot, D.O, can I get your number?” Sehun called out from the corner of the bar while wiping down table tops and dusting the seats.
“Shut your ass Sehun, he’s mine.” Kai strolled in casually and flipped a quarter over to D.O, “Hey, pop this in the jukebox for me and play that song I like.”
D.O rolled his eyes and just did was he was told. “Happy Times” by Bob Crosby began to play over the speakers of the bar, and Baekhyun couldn’t help but smile.
“Kai, you literally play this every night. What’s with the sad whiteman songs?”
“You just don’t get it, hyung. This is the vibe we wanna set, right?”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, “The only mood you’ll be setting is the one where Sehun starts to get turned on. Stop it.”
Both Kai and Sehun smirked. This is what the boys lived for. Just plain company, away from the assassin life filled with running forever. At least this way, they were known, but exclusive and protected. Eventually, 10:00 pm slowly crept around, signaling for Bar 9 to open. Lay, Suho, Xiumin, and Chen walked in together, their umbrellas soaked with water. All of them wore black hoodies and dark pants with sneakers.
“Damn,” Kai laughed, “Ya’ll look like you just robbed a bank.”
“If only, Kai, then we wouldn’t need to see your face everyday and we could be living in Bali or something.” Chen snapped back, cackling as he saw Xiumin nodding his head vigorously.
“Honestly if I had money I would probably still be here.” Xiumin exclaimed, “How could I ever leave my Baekhyun behind?”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, “God the nagging never ends in this establishment. Is this what I pay you guys for? To nag me all night long and take D.O and I’s liquor?”
“You… you don’t pay us at all, Baekhyun.” Suho stated.
“No, he doesn’t pay you, Suho. Ever since you burned down the half the kitchen two months ago trying to make that damn banana flambé we all told you not to try until Lay got back.” Chen chimed in, followed by an eruption of laughter from all of the guys.
“Hey to be fair I was just practicing!” Suho yelled over the loud shouts they were all giving to each other.
“Alright, alright. In all seriousness, gather around boys, we have some business to take care of.” Baekhyun’s tone of voice became slightly more serious, he sat up straighter on the bar stool and spread out a few papers along the bar counter. D.O slung a clean black towel over his shoulder, and unloaded a stack of nine shot glasses, filling each with some rum and placing them in their designated positions across the bar. The guys sat down at the bar, patiently waiting for Baekhyun to climb over and enter the bartender’s area. D.O. leaned up against the liquor cabinets as Baek took stance in the middle of the counter, slightly leaning over onto his palms while his arms were out stretched. He tapped his finger onto the first document.
“This… this right here boys, is news from the boss.”
“Oh shit… are we pulling the plug on the bar?” Suho asked, nervous.
“I was joking about moving to Bali…” Chen whispered.
“No, no. Guys, this isn’t about moving locations or anything, it’s just about… some serious things.” Baek tried to break the news as least harshly as possible.
“Gosh, Hyung, break the news already, you suck at hiding secrets.” Sehun leaned in even closer to try and get a better look at the letter.
“He’s gonna start sending more high risk people to our location for now boys. So there’s gonna be mandatory training on Tuesday and Thursday night’s before work.”
“Wait… High risk as in…” Lay trailed off.
“High risk as in people from the syndicate.” Baek scanned the bar, looking at his brothers. Chen, D.O, Lay, and Xiumin looked unphased, while Kai, Sehun, and Suho looked slightly unsure of themselves. “It just means that there’s gonna be more traffic from Korea coming in guys. I promise, nothing too crazy. Or at least, that’s what we’re told.”
“Well… if it brings in the money, tips, and girls, count me in.” Sehun slid out from his bar seat and put on his black suit jacket. “It is what it is. Nothing we can do.” He tossed back his shot and started towards the door, stepping out into the cold alley.
“Yeah, I agree with Sehun, nothing we can do.” Kai nodded and tapped the bar table after downing his shot.
“Well, if the young guns say that then I guess I can speak for the rest of us when I say we’re down?” Baekhyun shrugged his shoulders.
“Cool.” they all said in unison.
“Aut neca aut necare!” Baek shouted, lifting his glass.
“Novem sacris!” The boys shouted back, drinking their shots and handing the glasses to D.O, who gently shot them down and started to clean them, free from their impurities.
Aut neca aut necare. Novem sacris. On this promise I will take my last breath.
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rhapsodic-euphoria · 5 years
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Hierarchy- Chapter 5
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Sehun POV
Xiumin hyung looked at me confused.
“Going to get a drink.” I say simply.
They both nodded. Even though we could just order from the female severs, they understood the need to do it themselves.
I went down to the crowded dance floor spotting the woman walking through the crowd. I followed her as she went to a secluded corner of the club.
She stopped, her back turned to me.
“What do you need?’ She said, not turning around.
“I need you to do a job.” I say, partially surprised that she noticed me.
“I don’t do jobs anymore, kid.” She said, whipping around.
She had an intense glare trained on me.
“But apparently you do.” I said.
“No. I don’t. Stop bothering me.” She said, moving to leave.
I grabbed her wrist before she could escape.
“I said, I need you to do a job.” I demanded. I wasn’t usually told ‘no’, especially not by women.
“And I said no. Fuck off.” She spat, ripping her wrist from my grip, walking off.
I was dumbfounded. I quickly ran after her, out the front door.
She quickly sped up her pace, speed walking in her stilettoes.  
Right when we were alone, and out of anyone’s hearing range, she stopped. Before I could bump into her, she twisted her torso so that her leg could hit me. It would’ve hit me square in the chest if it wasn’t for my reflexes.
She stood in a relaxed position, a leg in front of the other. “Leave me.” She spoke.
“No.” I shot back, pulling myself in a fighting position.
“Wow. Not even hesitating to fight a girl.” She said, almost as if she were bored.
She quickly maneuvered her leg where it barely missed my face. As I dodged, I fisted my hands to punch her in the torso, but she immediately drop-kicked me.
I exhaled as I hit the ground hard. The woman climbed on top of me, pinning me to the ground. She quickly held me in a painful locking position that was creepily familiar.
“Fuck. Just let me talk.” I used the majority of my air as I spat it out.  
Satisfied, the woman let me go, but not before whipping out a gun and pointing it at me.
“You know, you could’ve just done that in the beginning.” I said, putting my hands up.
“Yeah. But you had one too so...” She smirked, cocking the gun at me.
I quickly checked for my gun, realizing that the gun she was holding was mine. I sighed, knowing when I was beat.
“So, what do you want with me?” She asked, walking a circle around me.
“I need you to do a job.” I said, following her form with my eyes.
“What in return?” She asked.
“Anything you want. Money, information, land, fame.” I counted off my fingers.
“Half a million won.” She demanded.
“Can be done under a minute.” I shrugged, being extremely rich had its perks.
“Or.” She starts to say, thinking. “How about...” She trails off.
I start to smirk, thinking that I got her interested in my offer.
“No.” She says.
“W-what? You can’t just say no.” I insist. Not believing that she just turned me down.
“Just did.” She said before she tossed the gun to the side, walking away. “Don’t follow me kid. Besides, there are people who will say yes. But that isn’t me.”
I stood there, dumbfounded, mouth agape.  
“Should’ve brought out the big guns.” I muttered, pocketing the gun and heading back to the club.
You were honestly not that pissed about the weirdo who tried to aggressively offer you a job. And that was a first. Of course, you were a bit confused. You thought most of everyone knew about your alias’s disappearance.
You practically skipped to your apartment, nothing could destroy your happy mood. You were excited because you didn’t have anything for the whole weekend. The first time you had a completely free weekend.  
You practically ripped your door off as you ran inside your apartment. Probably making the world record for how fast you changed and hopping in the shower.
You were walking to make some tea as you were drying your hair with a towel when the doorbell rang.
You froze up. You tiptoed to the nearest weapon, a decorative ribbon that you were using for who knows what. You grabbed the ribbon, pocketing it before you went to the front door.
You opened the door, face to face with a police officer.
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A Different Kind of Bravery (KaiSoo) - complete
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Rating: M
Pairing: Jongin x Kyungsoo
Warnings: Assassin AU, violence, action /adventure, fluff, government agencies, mutual pining, idiots falling in love, happy ending. Penguins.
Summary: How do you tell the cute boy you’re talking to that you like long walks on the beach, ice cream in summertime and that your kill count is higher than your postcode?
Notes: Written for the Best Days Of Our Lives Kaisoo fic fest 2019. Surprise! This fic can also be found on AO3 and AFF if the formatting is cluttered here on some devices (thanks tumblr). 
Prompt: Kim Jongin, the most stealthy hitman the world has ever seen becomes a fumbling mess for a cute penguin enthusiast (Do Kyungsoo).
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Jongin hits the concrete wall hard, breath puffing out in a long wheeze. A vial full of sickly yellow liquid is knocked from his grasp with the impact and Jongin makes a desperate lunge for it, Jongdae’s last words echoing in his ears.
If you can’t retrieve it, destroy it.
The vial skitters along, rolling down the dirty alley and Jongin almost reaches it when it’s previous owner throws himself in his path, barrelling into Jongin hard enough to knock him aside. The momentum sends them crashing into a set of dumpsters that ring with the impact. Jongin rocks to one side to dodge the follow-up punch and the man’s knuckles break on the heavy steel. Jongin cracks an elbow across the man’s jaw as he howls at his hand, sending him stumbling. Drawing a slim handgun from the holster that sits under his tailored jacket Jongin aims at the courier, point blank.
A child’s happy scream breaks the silence and a pair of little figures tumble into the mouth of the alley nearby, chasing a balloon shaped like an elephant. Jongin immediately holsters the weapon and the courier -one hand to his now bleeding nose- resettles his weight on his shaky legs opposite him, breathing hard. The other Jongin watches slide into a pocket of his stained jeans. The man withdraws a capped syringe.
Jongin narrows his eyes. It’s full of the same liquid as was in the vial. The man slowly starts backing up towards the children, speaking low. The blood makes his words heavy and he spits, adjusting the patch over his missing eye as he swipes at it.
“You’re going to let me walk out of here. And if you even think about shooting at me I’m going to stab one of these brats. They’ll be dead before they hit the ground.”
Jongin curls his lip in frustration, hand remaining inside his jacket on the butt of his gun. The courier smiles thinly, still walking slowly backwards. His thumb inches towards the cap of the needle and he palms it warningly as he reaches where the kids are playing.
One-eye needs almost all of what’s in that syringe if he’s going to finish his mission but Jongin isn’t willing to risk him even attempting to use one of the children as collateral. So he obediently stays very still until the man slides past the oblivious children and sprints from the alley. The moment he’s clear Jongin dives for the container and scoops it up, pocketing the tiny bottle of poison.
He hits the button on his comms link of his inner ear piece. “I have the vial.”
‘That’s great.’ Jongdae’s voice is faint; the link isn’t strong. ‘Is the target neutralised?’
“Not yet.” Jongin pushes out past the kids and scans the street. “Dae he still has a syringe worth of the poison.”
‘Shit.’
Jongin looks back at the kids and their brightly-colored balloon animal. “We’re only a block from the zoo. He’s headed there and he knows his cover is blown. I need to get to him.”
Jongdae makes a pained sound. ‘That’s too public an area. We don’t know what he’ll do now.’
“He’ll still attempt to complete his mission.” Jongin exits the alley and breaks into a run. “The South China tiger he’s after is on loan. You said it yourself; that thing is critically endangered. There’s none left in the wild any more. This breeding program is an act of extreme faith on the government’s part. If the tiger were to drop dead in Korea’s care…”
Jongdae sounds like he wants to hit something. ‘Is there enough in that syringe to kill it?’
Jongin shoves through several bystanders and slows into a lope as the crowds thicken towards the zoo’s entrance. “Yes,” he mutters, quieter now that there are people around. “It was fully loaded.”
‘Goddammit. Okay,’ Jongdae readjusts the parameters of the mission on the fly and it’s one of the many reasons Jongin loves his handler. ‘Neutralise the threat and secure the safety of the target. I’ve got a clean-up crew on standby but we don’t need a mass panic on our hands so take him down only when he’s about to make his move. Maximum discretion, Jongin.’
“Always.” Jongin slips through the gate just as a family fumbles with presenting their admission tickets. “You should totally put me in the undercover division.” He scans the waves of people and comes up painfully empty. Sliding behind a jaunty concession cart while no one is looking his way Jongin scoops up a display cap from a crooked stand of park-themed items. He smoothly dons it and dives into the crowd, pulling it low over his face. Jongdae’s voice filters in again.
‘I told you we hired for that already. You’re too good at something else we need.'
"Hey I trained in diplomacy, I speak four languages-"
'We've been though this; Latin doesn't count. It's technically a dead language. Now I have to go alert upstairs that we may need to prepare a diplomatic contingency plan. Try not to get yourself killed while I’m not on comms.’
Jongin rolls his eyes. “So little faith.”
Jongdae snorts. ‘Your impressive kill count isn’t going to save you every time.’
“The day it doesn’t you’ll be the first to know.”
‘That’s what I’m afraid of. Because I’m the one who’ll have to take the call.’ Jongdae pauses and then sounds uncharacteristically soft. ‘Maybe if you had someone to miss you if something happened, you wouldn’t be so reckless sometimes.’
Jongin almost stops mid-stride, something peculiar wobbling through his chest. “That’s-” he clears his throat, resuming walking. “That’s what I have you and Chanyeol for.”
Jongdae sighs, the sound long-suffering and fond. ‘You know what I mean.’
A group of schoolchildren are ahead, clustered into a knot ready for lunch and Jongin backs up against the entranceway to the cafeteria that boarders the looping front pathway, placing himself in front of a busy balloon display and an OPEN sign. Behind his back he silently snaps off one of the balloons and swaps it to a delighted boy as he enters in exchange for his zoo map. Jongin snaps the pages open and continues, scanning for where the big cat enclosure is held.
“I do know. And we’ve been through this before, Dae. I’m not exactly good with people.”
‘You’re excellent with people. It’s how you do your job. You’re just a dick to everyone Chanyeol sets you up with for some reason.’
“They’re boring,” Jongin mutters, dragging a finger along the map. He finally finds it. The big cat enclosure isn’t far from the back of the zoo, directly past the aquarium and outdoor aquatic displays. “Might as well be zombies.”
Jongdae makes a dismissive sound. ‘One day you’re going to find someone. And we’re all going to die of a heart attack.’
“You can buy me a celebratory drink instead.” Jongin finds the sign for the displays and ducks between the throngs of people. “Now go speak to Chanyeol to get that contingency.”
Jongdae obligingly cuts comms and all of a sudden Jongin is very alone. He makes a beeline around the edge of the seal enclosure and up the steps that showcase a display tank of smaller animals and a rotunda of seats. Trying to squeeze his way through is trickier around the live exhibits full of excited families and Jongin comes to the head of the path where a group of people are clustered. Corralled, he backs up a step and bumps into someone behind him. Jongin turns around as a voice murmurs.
“So sorry.”
Jongin follows the deep voice and it’s—oh. It’s attached to a really cute guy with miles of fluffy hair and the biggest, prettiest eyes Jongin has ever seen (and he’s sure seen a lot on random dates because Chanyeol knows his weakness). He’s dressed in… Jongin blinks.
A pastel blue shirt with a giant cartoon penguin on the front. The hideous comic sans caption above it reads When penguins want to get better at something they pract-ice! and Jongin is completely frozen staring at the terrible pun for a split second because that’s... wow. The guy wearing the shirt smiles and waves a hand gently and Jongin only then realises he’s standing there like an idiot.
“Are you here for the display too?”
“The… what?”
The criminally cute guy in the dorky shirt points at the clock hanging on the side of the low-slung water feature. “The penguin feeding parade! It starts in two minutes.” He pauses at Jongin’s confused look, seeming to deflate from his original eagerness, indicating the air above Jongin’s face. “I just—sorry. I thought with your hat and all…”
Jongin snatches the cap off his head and looks at it. There’s a row of tiny penguins marching across the front. “Oh,” he manages weakly, distracted by how endearing it is that the poor guy seems almost sad that Jongin isn’t here for the flightless fat bird display, pretty eyes dropping low. Crap.
“Um, actually I-” Jongin goes to gesture past the water and a familiar silhouette catches his gaze. One-eye is sitting across the water on the other side of the raised circular water feature, several tiers higher than the both of them. He doesn’t seem to have noticed them; Jongin quickly replaces the cap. “I’d love to.”
The guy lights up like a tiny bulb. “Really?” He looks thrilled to have the company and ushers Jongin to sit down on one of the small wooden benches that surround the feature. Thankfully they get lost in the crowd. “It’s really short but it’s my favourite part of the whole day. Did you know emperor penguins are the tallest and grow to nearly four feet tall?”
“I… did not.” Jongin sucks his bottom lip tightly into his mouth for a heartbeat to stop himself smiling and rearranges his holster subtly as it pokes into his rib. He checks on one-eye’s position for a split second then looks back. “So you… come here often?”
“I love penguins,” the guy explains brightly while the seats around the arena fill steadily, as if he’s completely and adorably unaware that he’s a walking advertisement for the animal. Jongin notices he has a small brochure about penguins sticking out of his side pocket. Oh god. “This is when you get to see them being fed.”
Jongin subtly glances up at one-eye. He’s not sure why he’s here and not closer to the large cat enclosures, but whatever the reason Jongin knows he’ll try to move when the crowd swells after the display for maximum cover. Where he’s going though, Jongin can’t predict. The cat enclosures are further along than here-
Jongin jumps as a shoulder gently bumps his, startling him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry I didn’t say before. I’m uh, Kyungsoo.”
Jongin knows he won’t see this guy again after today so there’s no harm in first names. He’ll neutralise this threat, contain the poison, save the South Korean government from an international debacle and won’t think twice about handsome doe eyes or perfectly full lips or pale-
“Jongin,” he murmurs quietly, head tilted down so as to obscure his face from one-eye. Kyungsoo almost seems to be watching the word fall from his mouth because when Jongin smiles he quickly blinks before glancing away. “Gentoo,”
“Bless you.”
Kyungsoo laughs, the sound brief and startled. “Um, no. It’s a species of penguin, the fastest of all of them.”
Jongin’s heart trips over itself like something idiotic. His smile widens. He can’t help it. “Really?”
Kyungsoo clasps his hands between his knees and nods, sitting up straighter as the trainer enters the enclosure and sweeps an arm out. Several sleek, fat little shapes slide out and plop into the water in the centre of the arena. Kyungsoo keeps his eyes on the small black and white bodies as he whispers under his breath, almost too low for Jongin to catch. “Way to scare him off, Soo…”
The little something in Jongin’s chest from earlier kind of does a dorky little bounce. It’s distractingly painful, but in a good way.  “What was that?”
“They excrete excess seawater by sneezing,” Kyungsoo blurts, then goes rigidly still like he would have loved to have said anything else. Jongin bites his lip. He’s never seen anything more endearing in his whole life and fuck everything why now.
Jongin knows he can’t risk constantly staring at one-eye without drawing attention so he tries to blend in, nudging Kyungsoo’s shoulder with his own. “Keep talking.”
“Really?” There’s veiled scepticism in the word, like Kyungsoo isn’t quite used to others sitting through his own particular brand of dork. But Jongin has so often been the guy who can’t talk about anything to a cute boy he’s on a date with because of his line of work (and that’s awful on so many levels and often why it’s easier to drive them away with a cruel word) so if Kyungsoo wants to wax poetic about tiny birds in suit-shaped fur for the ten minutes he’s going to be in Jongin’s life then Jongin is not going to be bothered with it.
“Sure.” He smiles. “It’s-” Jongin remembers the hat he’s sporting. “Really interesting.”
Kyungsoo sits up a little straighter, surprised. Jongin pointedly does not find that adorable. Nope. He squints out at the penguins, keeping one-eye as a surly cornerstone in his vision. He seems to be waiting, hunched. Jongin tries not to lean closer to Kyungsoo as he speaks, “How long does this display go for?”
“Oh? Uh, about fifteen minutes. They feed the penguins properly in their different enclosures later. This is just a token thing for the crowd.”
“Their…” Jongin notices one-eye cupping something in his pocket protectively as a mother and her two teenage girls squeeze past him, jostling them all in the small space. He still has the syringe. “Enclosures?”
Kyungsoo leans in. “Most of those ones,” Kyungsoo points to the half a dozen little happy penguins zooming laps. “They just stay behind the enclosure. You can even feed them if you want to book that. But the zoo has a pair of Adelie penguins too. Super rare. So they’re kept separate.”
“Ah, I see.” Jongin says. “Have you fed these ones often?”
Kyungsoo beams and the way his lips form a natural heart shape is so cute. “Yeah. They all have names.”
That startles a laugh out of Jongin. “I bet they do.”
Kyungsoo looks shyly pleased that Jongin hasn’t died of boredom and a little traitorous something in Jongin wishes briefly that this wasn’t the world he lived in. That in some parallel universe somewhere they’d just be two guys who met somewhere cliché like the zoo -who both loved penguins, his idiotic mind supplies- and who maybe… might find each other interesting enough to go on a-
“Look!” Kyungsoo grabs Jongin’s wrist and points. “They’re not really a full colony but they behave like one with an order to how they feed. The one that goes first is always the biggest, see? He’ll get enough for himself and his mate.”
Jongin stays frozen on the spot, eyes locked not on the penguins but on one-eye. If he happens to notice them then Kyungsoo is in so much danger… Jongin yanks his arm out of Kyungsoo’s grip. It makes his companion realise what he’s done and Kyungsoo instantly goes bright pink, cupping his hands in his lap.
“Sorry. I just got…” he sighs and Jongin’s heart almost hurts. “I get a little overenthusiastic sometimes. I don’t mean to-”
Jongin knows he should keep his professional distance up but he can’t bear to hear that sad tone of voice coming from someone who thinks the world is still the kind of bright, happy place where you wear pictures of cartoon penguins out in public. He knows that above all else the mission comes first and to triage priority in terms of himself and his target and that Kyungsoo is safest if he doesn’t touch him again because if he’s recognised…
Jongin grabs his cap and places it onto Kyungsoo’s own head before he can finish apologising, trying to obscure as much of his features as he can. “No, no. It’s okay! You just startled me. And hey,” he offers a small smile and pats the hat gently. “You should keep this. You look nicer in it than me.”
Kyungsoo blinks up at Jongin from under the brim, pretty eyes wide. “Penguins moult all at once,” he murmurs.
Oh Jesus. “I needed to know that,” Jongin replies solemnly, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”
Cheeks pink, Kyungsoo turns back to the display and Jongin doesn’t let himself think too much on how he’s thrown precaution out the window. He knows it’s foolishly dangerous but Jongin suddenly doesn’t mind if he’s seen as long as Kyungsoo isn’t recognisable.
Below them the handler starts tossing out little handfuls of miniature fish and Kyungsoo must bite his tongue really hard for the rest of the activity because he doesn’t say anything further, just points at interesting things and Jongin… well he watches. He watches one-eye and he watches the hungry penguins and he watches Kyungsoo out of the corner of his eye because ridiculous cartoon shirt (and now matching hat) aside, Kyungsoo really is the most distractingly cute thing there with his plush lips and mochi cheeks and constantly expressive hands and—Jongin blinks as a small siren sounds and the handler signals for all the penguins to leave the water.
“Thank you everyone for coming today! If you’d like to book a more hands-on session all these penguins are available for a feeding encounter later this afternoon. Book your spot at the administration desk at the front of the zoo.”
Jongin unfolds his big brochure and pretends to study it as the crowd gets to their feet and squeezes past him, making sure one-eye doesn’t lose himself in the mass of bodies. To Jongin’s right Kyungsoo shifts.
“So uh, I was wondering if—I mean you don’t have to, but maybe…” he fumbles and Jongin spots one-eye slowly stand and slip between a group of young men jostling and pushing at each other. Strangely enough he’s heading in the opposite direction of the big cat enclosure. Jongin immediately turns to Kyungsoo, mouth running a mile a minute before he can overthink it. He has an apology to make after all. And for a brief second seeing a certain penguin enthusiast smile again might just be of equal importance to solving a geopolitical dilemma. Perhaps he can do both.
“Did you want to get a drink? One of the iced tea stands around here? My shout.”
Kyungsoo gives him absolutely huge, stunned eyes. “Camouflage,” he squeaks and Jongin boggles at him because surely he can’t know-
Kyungsoo gulps. “Sorry. Penguins um, their coloring is specific whether you’re looking at them from below or above. Black to mix in with the depths from above and white to be mistaken for the surface water from below.”
Jongin melts. He bundles Kyungsoo to his feet, trying to control the sharp thumping of his heart as Kyungsoo quickly tugs his new cap to sit properly. He shouldn’t be doing this, he should be strictly saying goodbye but… Jongin quickly tracks one-eye over Kyungsoo’s head as he follows the group of men and slips into the growing crowd milling between exhibits. Jongin aims a brilliant smile at Kyungsoo. “Is there one over that way?”
Kyungsoo looks back over his shoulder in the direction one-eye has gone. “I think so.” He seems to collect himself because he squares his shoulders and stands a little straighter. “Follow me?”
“Absolutely,” Jongin quips and Kyungsoo honest to god blushes.
Jongin is so far gone he’s pretty sure he’s six feet under.
* * *
One-eye, Jongin concludes, is lost. He’s looking for something that’s most definitely not the large cat enclosure but whatever it is, he can’t find it. Jongin keeps his distance as Kyungsoo enthusiastically shows him a bubble tea cart that sells drinks with jellies shaped into every type of animal possible. Jongin buys two boba teas with penguin jellies on the company card and Kyungsoo practically falls over in delight when he receives his.
Discretely Jongin positions himself against one of the high stools set up around the cart, angling himself so he can see over Kyungsoo’s shoulder as one-eye pours over a huge map of the entire zoo set up on a decorative stone pedestal. Every now and again the courier thoughtfully palms the syringe in his pocket and Jongin can’t figure out what the fuck he’s doing. And until he actually goes somewhere and does something Jongin can’t take him out. Not without causing a scene. So he sips on his milky tea and watches Kyungsoo peer into his cup and try to figure out exactly what type of penguins the jellies could be modelled after.
“…judging by the size of the chest and how rounded it is I’d say emperor but I need to get a better look at the heads.” Kyungsoo holds the cup up to the light of the sun and squints at it, engrossed. Jongin catches himself smiling softly and quickly sucks on his straw to hide the expression. Stop that. He’s not cute. He’s not-
“Definitely emperor. Leg width fits.”
Jongin grins around his straw, chuckling into his drink. When he glances back up Kyungsoo still has that look of adorable interest…  but it’s not aimed at the penguins. When Kyungsoo’s eyes meet Jongin’s he very quickly looks away, absently tugging on one ear lobe.
“So what is it that you uh, do? I mean for a job. I don’t see many people at the zoo in nice suits.”
Jongin widens his smile, feeling it become professionally smooth. “Contractual work mostly.” He shrugs. “Very boring.”
“Oh,” Kyungsoo pauses. “That’s nice. And so is the suit. I mean it looks…” he fumbles. “Nice. You look nice.” With a sad grimace Kyungsoo exhales slowly and studies his feet. “I really suck at this, huh?”
The little fluttering thing that’s set up residence in Jongin’s chest becomes sharp at the thought of Kyungsoo this embarrassed. So Jongin toes at Kyungsoo’s scuffed sneaker with his own Gucci dress shoe, making Kyungsoo raise his head. “You’re doing just fine.”
That earns him a self-depreciating laugh. Kyungsoo looks off into the distance, towards where one-eye is still milling about. “Twenty minutes.”
Jongin mumbles a quiet ‘huh?’ around his straw.
Kyungsoo’s pink bottom lip disappears into his mouth to be sucked on. It reappears slick and distractingly shiny when he finally speaks. “That’s how long penguins can stay underwater for. Sorry, I…” Kyungsoo clears his throat, still not quite looking at Jongin. “I don’t mean to, I just kind of blurt out facts when I’m nervous. It’s like a bad habit.”
Relief floods Jongin’s chest, soothing the sharp point. “It’s a great habit,” he replies, ducking his head and shifting half a step to the side to try and catch Kyungsoo’s eye. “I’m learning things,” he coaxes. “So I love it.” And Jongin realises with a start that he actually… does. It’s charming and kooky and Kyungsoo is now looking at him like he doesn’t believe Jongin in the slightest which is frankly unacceptable. So Jongin taps Kyungsoo’s plastic drink cup with his own, making all the penguins inside bob around.
“What about you? What do you do for work?”
Kyungsoo catches one of the jelly penguins and whisks it up his straw, chewing shyly. “I just changed jobs. I’m still on probation but I like it so far. Public relations.”
“Ah,” Jongin wishes for a split second that he could commiserate but the kind of public relations work he does on a regular basis isn’t exactly casual conversation. Jongdae would be in hysterics right now if he knew the internal dilemma Jongin was having. How do you tell the cute boy you’re talking to that you like long walks on the beach, ice cream in summertime and that your kill count is higher than your postcode?
In the background one-eye finally seems to make up his mind and slips down a double row of carnival-style carts that make up a sort of sideshow alley between exhibits. Jongin doesn’t have time to wish that things were different and he worked a nine-to-five desk job so he could talk with Kyungsoo about quarterly deadlines and office politics (which he strangely, fiercely wishes today that he could), so instead he takes Kyungsoo by the elbow and tugs him along to the row of carts.
“What’s fun to play here?”
Startled into a laugh, Kyungsoo looks at Jongin. “You want to play kids’ games?”
“Sure.” Jongin shrugs, smiling. If all he can ever be is present in Kyungsoo’s life for the briefest of times, he would like it to at least be a happy memory. “I want to show you my winning side.”
Kyungsoo’s shoes are suddenly very interesting. He purses his lips but Jongin can see the smile twitching on the sides. Finally Kyungsoo gives him a coy look and points. Jongin follows his finger.
“I always try to win the biggest stuffed animal at least once.” Kyungsoo says by way of explanation. “Never do because these things are rigged as much as a state fair but I have one go before I leave each time.”
Jongin looks at the stand full of three types of games; moving basketball hoops, pyramids of cork targets for air rifles and swivelling animal heads with opened mouths ready to catch ping-pong balls. He steps up to the hoops and fishes a few notes from his pocket. “You would pick something hard for me.”
Kyungsoo shrugs happily, eyebrows raised. “You asked.”
Jongin scans the rows of stuffed toys squashed in behind the attendee’s back on long rows of shelving. At the very end of the topmost row sits the biggest and one of them… Jongin pulls out a few more notes. One of them is a penguin. He uses the excuse of pocketing his wallet to glance at one-eye at the end of the row where he’s talking to a zoo staff member in their bright blue uniform. Jongin then gives Kyungsoo a determined look as he hands over the first few bills and gets given a set of four basketballs.
Kyungsoo looks like he’s having the best time watching Jongin about to make a total fool of himself. “I try every week,” he says airily. “It’s rigged. You’re not supposed to win the big stuff.”
Jongin narrows his eyes, places his half empty drink on the rim of the wooden cart and lifts the first ball. He judges the angle, lobs it and watches it bounce rather pathetically off the ever-moving rim. The mother of a small child next to him shoots Jongin a warning look when he curses out loud and Kyungsoo giggles from a step behind.
Jongin tries again. And again. He manages to sink the next two shots by sheer luck but the final ball zooms a lap around the rim before skidding off to land in the dirt. Two more paid rounds later and the attendant finally hands him a small purple squeaky toy in the shape of a mouse. Kyungsoo nearly doubles over as Jongin scowls at it.
“Thank you,” Kyungsoo manages between breaths, eyes bright and happy. “For trying.”
The boy to Jongin’s left with his stern mother is still popping away with his air rifle, soft plastic bullets whizzing way too wide of their cork targets. He looks on the verge of tears, unable to hit anything. Jongin picks up his drink and is in the middle of turning away when he pauses. Downing the last of his tea in one long pull, he makes a show of looking around. “Hey is there a trash can around here?” He wiggles his cup. “I’m done.”
“Yeah, sure. Back by the food area.” Kyungsoo politely takes Jongin’s cup and sucks down the last of his own. “I’ll be right back.”
Jongin watches Kyungsoo walk back the way they came, leaning to one side to make sure he knows the exact moment Kyungsoo drops out of sight. The instant he does Jongin fishes his wallet out and spins back to the attendant. Tugging another set of notes out he hands them over and points to the air rifles. The guy shrugs, eternally bored and Jongin picks the pretend weapon up. He brings it to his shoulder and sights, closing an eye.
The first bullet lands low and to the right of where the sight is positioned. Obviously rigged, like Kyungsoo mentioned. Jongin checks one-eye’s positioning for half a second before returning his gaze to the stall, immediately compensating for the angle and drop off. He squeezes off the full magazine in rapid succession.
Every single target in front of him drops, pierced through the central base cork that mathematically allows each pyramid to collapse entirely. After a moment’s consideration Jongin then shoots the one in front of the child next to him as he’s shakily taking his hundredth shot, bullseyeing the whole row. As the mother sucks in a breath to holler horrible things at him Jongin crouches down and hands the boy his squeaky mouse, pointing at his tiny downed target and congratulating him. Instantly the child grabs and hugs it, delighted at finally getting a prize. Jongin stands and turns back to the stunned attendant.
“The big fluffy bird in the back.”
The attendant, eyes now huge, takes down the toy and hands it over wordlessly.
Kyungsoo’s face when he reappears is priceless. Jongin proudly hands him the penguin; it’s nearly bigger than his torso. Kyungsoo peers over the top of it. “How the fuck..?”
“Beginner’s luck,” Jongin replies. “And the kid helped.” He high-fives the small boy as they move on, watching him wave his new mouse with great enthusiasm.
Kyungsoo hugs the huge stuffed toy to his chest as they walk a safe distance behind the courier. Along with the cap it conveniently obscures almost all of him. He mumbles something about best day ever and Jongin bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.
* * *
It’s Kyungsoo who tugs Jongin in the direction of the walk-through aquarium that’s kind of a loop back from the end of the carnival carts, bringing them almost behind where they started their little adventure. Jongin lets himself be led on account of the fact that one-eye has slowly made his way in the same direction.
Jongin is convinced he’s swapped targets at this point because not once has the courier even approached the end of the zoo complex that houses the large cats and there’s nowhere else the South China tiger would be. But Jongin will be damned before he could think of anything else worth using the poison on in this whole entire zoo. The man smuggled the deadly liquid across several continents and through South Korean border control with the explicit intention of using it on the one animal that would cause the biggest political distress. The critically endangered tiger on loan from China was the whole point of this mission. Jongin was briefed on the international repercussions for a solid six hours before he caught his flight here once the National Intelligence Service had learned of the attempt.
His brief had been to dispose of the courier before he got to the zoo (which had gone to shit, but that’s par for the course with these kind of assignments so backup plans were always a contingency). But now all that’s happening is that Jongin is becoming incredibly well acquainted with the aquatic displays here instead. And… accidentally having the sweetest date he’s ever been on.
It’s not a date. It’s not.
Is it?
Jongin shouldn’t be thinking this hard.
Jongdae and Chanyeol were totally going to throw him into the nearest interrogation room when he got back to headquarters and not let him out until Jongin told them every single detail. He knows this like the back of his hand.
Kyungsoo glances at Jongin, who has to snap his eyes away from one-eye who is casually ambling into the long, glass-domed tunnel like he’s about to murder a fish. At this point Jongin wouldn’t put it past him.
“Did you-” Kyungsoo motions shyly for the aquarium entrance but Jongin smoothly takes him by the wrist and walks backwards, hiding his face from the courier should he look behind him.
“Absolutely. Do they have penguins in here?”
Kyungsoo answers that with a roll of his eyes. “Not unless they want to be eaten by a shark.”
“Ah. Of course.” Jongin glances down at his own white and black ensemble. “Do I look enough like one that they’d want to eat me?”
Kyungsoo shoves him with a snort. “You look more like you’re supposed to flash me with a neuralyzer like that Men in Black movie.”
“Yes but then you’d forget me.” Jongin realises he’s pouting the words only after they leave his mouth, flirting with his bottom lip pushed out. “Would you want to forget me?’
The pink blooming on Kyungsoo’s face is visible even through the aquamarine lighting that hits them both as they enter the huge glass tunnel. His mouth opens then closes. “Eighty-two percent,” he finally whispers. Jongin waits, expectant. Kyungsoo ducks his head.
“That’s how often chinstrap penguins re-pair with the same partner.”
Grinning, Jongin makes a show of thinking that over. He swings Kyungsoo’s wrist teasingly. “Right. So I have to have a better percentage than that if I want to be remembered. Good to know.”
Kyungsoo smacks him with the stuffed penguin that he’s been clinging to. “You’re at one hundred percent.”
Jongin thrills from head to toe, releasing Kyungsoo’s wrist now that he’s no longer dragging him anywhere. People shuffle past them, moving back and forth. “Really?”
Kyungsoo deliberately doesn’t look at him, instead finding the schools of fish and manta rays gliding overhead to be of peak interest as they step onto the thin travellator that ferries people through the busy aquarium. Jongin feels like dancing.
Instead he subtly angles Kyungsoo between himself and one-eye under the premise of inspecting a brightly-striped fish so that all the courier would see a crowded few meters ahead if he looked their way was Kyungsoo’s back. And then Jongin keeps himself facing in the direction of where they entered and points at several of the rays who have gathered about the diver nearby with his bags of food, looking for all the world like every other tourist. He taps Kyungsoo’s waist to get his attention. “Is there a way to tell which one has eaten?”
Kyungsoo makes an affirmative sound. “They have a belly. If you disregard the wings and look at the part that looks like a sandglass carefully, I think that’s the belly.”
“No I’m asking if this person can tell if he’s fed them all.” Jongin clarifies, trying to follow one of the floating vacuum cleaners with his hand as they hoover along the glass after their food. All of them pay absolutely zero attention to him. “I mean they might have names.” He points at the nearest ray.  “This one is Yeppie, this one is Chorongie. This one is Jongsoo-”
“They’re not puppies,” Kyungsoo laughs, giving Jongin the softest double-take imaginable. “And did you just—did you name a ray after us?”
“Um. Maybe?” It’s Jongin’s turn to feel the heat in his cheeks. There is no ‘us’ he reminds himself sternly. He uses the moment to quietly step on one of the laces he leaves deliberately long and single-knotted on his left shoe, pulling his other foot away discretely until the lace falls undone. Then he pretends to notice it, dropping to one knee to tie it back up again and glance around Kyungsoo’s legs at his target. “They should be given names like that so it’s easy to tell them apart. I mean how else does he feed them all?”
Kyungsoo bops Jongin on the top of his head with the penguin. “The same way they feed all the animals here. With careful consultation from specialist veterinary nutritionists and lots of maths to do with portion control.”
“Ah,” Jongin watches one-eye disappear momentarily around the gentle curve in the aquarium’s centre, carried along by the ever-moving travellator. Kyungsoo continues above him.
“I mean of course the animals with a special diet would need more care. Like those Adelie penguins I told you about? The super rare pair? Their food is monitored like crazy.” His eyes light up as Jongin stands back up. “The private holding area is big but it’s accessible at the other end of this aquarium. I know the trainer who looks after all the different special needs animals; he was my college lecturer one year if you want to take a quick look? He’ll let us in for five minutes if I ask.”
Jongin pauses, wheels suddenly turning in his brain so fast he feels dizzy. “Are…” He has to lower his voice to drop into a more casual tone. “Are there many different special needs animals in this enclosure? Besides just penguins?”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “Sure. I mean it depends on what the zoo has going at the time but I’ve seen some really rare Amur leopards there once. They were stunning. We’ll get off in a moment and the door is just beside the exit. It’s an employee entrance so we’ll have to-”
Jongin shoots a look behind Kyungsoo as they round the curve of the aquarium. He hurriedly scans the crowd but he already knows in the pit of his stomach before he sees it; one-eye is gone.
The STAFF ONLY sign on the door at the very end of the aquarium catches the dancing ocean lights as it swings slowly closed.
And Jongin finally knows where the tiger is.
* * *
Kyungsoo hops off the end of the travellator as the aquarium display ends not far from the doorway Jongin desperately needs. As they both return to the brightness of the outside world Kyungsoo seems to be looking for the staff member he knows but Jongin has no time for trivialities like legal entry. He squirms a little, deliberately looking sheepish as he gets Kyungsoo’s attention.
“I had way too many coffees before I got here. I’m just going to...” Jongin jerks a thumb back over his shoulder. Two unisex restrooms are attached to the outer structure. Kyungsoo follows his gesture and smiles.
“Oh. Yeah it’s a long train ride home, I should probably think ahead too.” He places the penguin in Jongin’s hands with an apologetic, “Do you mind if I go first?”
And suddenly it’s over just as fast as it began. Jongin hesitates, words he can’t say squeezing up his throat in a rush but he forces himself to swallow them and nod. He watches Kyungsoo walk away, face schooled into the most pleasant smile he can muster. It cracks a little as Kyungsoo vanishes into the restroom because right here, right now is where Jongin should dump the soft toy in the dirt and make for the restricted feeding enclosure as fast as he can. Kyungsoo is as good as forgotten; he needs to come out of that bathroom and find the discarded penguin gathering dust and Jongin only a memory that maybe ten years from now he’ll half-remember in a dream. That’s procedure. Those are the rules.
Jongin grips the penguin tightly, face screwed up as his chest gives a twist. All the words burn, unsaid.
Swearing, he darts forward and pushes the restroom door open. The bathroom feature is small, holding only a pair of sinks, a changing table and two unisex stalls. Only one is occupied. Kyungsoo is very faintly singing to himself as he pees and something in Jongin aches to call out. To just say goodbye. Something. Anything. If only to hear Kyungsoo respond one last time. It’s stupid and reckless and Jongin almost does but he bites his tongue just in time, swallowing the traitorous emotions.
Calling himself every stupid name under the sun Jongin quickly and carefully places the penguin on the corner of the sink before flicking on the entranceway lock as he leaves, making sure no one else can come in before Kyungsoo finishes.
Then he runs back to the aquarium, squeezing between tourists and families until he can get to the solid steel door marked STAFF ONLY. Jongin turns, places his back to the door and gazes up at a passing shark, seemingly enthralled. The instant no one is looking he opens the door and backs inside.
The hallway is grey and sterile; fluorescent lighting hums and sizzles overhead. To his right is an indexed list of animals scribbled on a whiteboard. Jongin scans it from top to bottom. There’s no South China tiger listed, but on the third row from the end a single line has been hastily swiped clean. Jongin has one chance at guessing right and this needs to be it. He gives his tiny earpiece a tap as he moves slowly down the hallway. If Jongdae is back he’ll initiate comms.
It takes less than four seconds. ‘Status update?’
Jongin passes by different locked rooms all marked with lengthy, important-sounding names. Department of Animal Programs. Office of Nutrition and Handling. He methodically tests the handles of each one as he goes. Locked. “I have a lead on the tiger. But I’ll need that clean-up crew brought in on my mark.” He keeps his voice low but his handler has far too much Jongin-sense for his own good.
‘Is everything okay? You sound… different.’
Jongin twitches a shoulder in annoyance, even though Jongdae can’t see it. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Focus Jongin. Focus.
‘If you say so…’ Jongdae goes to make what is probably a far too insightful comment so Jongin cuts him off before he has to hear it. Jongdae means well but he doesn’t need to know that Jongin nearly jeopardised two entire countries by hesitating too long for a pair of kind eyes and a soft smile.
“Going dark. Will call to confirm the takedown.”
‘Radio silence,’ Jongdae acknowledges after a pause and Jongin is once again alone in his own head. Except, he thinks bitterly, for the ghost of a sweet penguin-hugging boy that follows him while he ducks down the long hallway, moving fast until he reaches the large rooms housing the animal pens. The third one along has a door that sits just faintly ajar.
Jongin withdraws his weapon, cupping the handgun up against one shoulder as he toes the door fully open. It swings wide and Jongin follows the momentum without hesitation, soundlessly stepping into the room. It’s almost entirely lined with labelled, stacked feed crates down one wall and Jongin scans his limited view, sweeping his line of sight with his weapon.
To his opposite side is the first of what looks like a series of massive cages that along with the crates seem to make the room much smaller than intended. The closest cage houses a snoozy looking lemur but Jongin can hear a low, feline growl from further along. He moves quickly.
The smell of used straw and grain is strong in here and Jongin slips along, one foot steadily in front of the other until he reaches the source of the sound. Several wide-eyed monkeys stare up at him as he passes and in one far cage a bored leopard ignores everything. But the cage that Jongin needs is the easiest to spot.
One-eye is on front of it, syringe of golden liquid in one hand. Jongin steps out from beside the crates and sights down the barrel of his weapon. “Drop it or you’re a dead man.” He cocks the handgun in clear warning, the deadly click echoing around the room.
His back to Jongin, one-eye raises the hand holding the syringe above his head followed closely by his other empty one. He turns slowly, arms upraised, locking onto his new company. From this close Jongin can just see the sweat beading on his receding hairline. Still, one-eye smiles crookedly at the threat and in that horrible moment Jongin knows it’s not going to be easy. This particular courier has been in the game long enough to understand the rules. He knows that Jongin’s mere presence in this room means that only one of them is walking out of it.
Contractual government assassins take no prisoners unless instructed. And that fact meant that regardless of what the courier does now, he has mere minutes to live. Jongin always hated when they figured the finality of that part out. Because in the space of a breath the courier lunges towards the cage, jabbing the syringe down.
Jongin fires.
The primates scream, rattling the bars of their cages. Jongin’s high-calibre bullet hits home, striking the courier’s shoulder and one- eye drops the syringe, tendons in the topmost part of his arm blown through. The tiger roars, lunging at the bars of it’s cage to swipe a huge paw out and one-eye stumbles back, falling onto his ass. Jongin dives at the syringe first, landing a heavy boot on the delicate glass just as one-eye shoves himself up like a runner at the starting line and barrels his entire weight into Jongin. It sends them both crashing back into the stacked crates and splintered wood rains down everywhere, feed spilling loose like slippery sand. Jongin’s gun spins away at the impact, skittering across the floor.
A fist slams into Jongin’s chin but one-eye is unbalanced without his injured left arm to counterpunch and Jongin rolls with it, shaking the stars away to bring his leg up and knee the other man as hard as he can in the stomach. As he doubles over Jongin pulls his body to one side and swings an arm around one-eye’s neck, pulling the courier back against him into a stiff choke hold. With all his strength Jongin applies pressure as one-eye scrabbles, trying to get a grip on his wrists to pry loose.
Just as he’s panting and squeezing the headlock home Jongin hears a set of footsteps patter into the room, a staff member obviously alerted by the gunshot. There’s nowhere to go for cover and Jongin grits his teeth, trying to silence one-eye as he gargles—but in the next instant Jongin’s whole body freezes.
Kyungsoo rounds the corner of the fallen crates, fluffy penguin still in his grip. His eyes go impossibly wide as he spots the two interlocked, blood-smeared men.
“Jongin?”
Jongin goes impossibly still. What the fuck is he doing here- and in that single second of distraction one-eye jabs a hard elbow back into his kidney and Jongin crumples, winded. His hold loosens. One-eye jams that same elbow back and it catches Jongin across the ear. Pain lances up the side of his skull.
As Jongin stumbles back one-eye pulls free and reaches his undamaged arm behind himself, withdrawing a miniature handgun. It’s small enough to almost be comical but Jongin knows the type on sight; assembled from resin and plastic and designed to pass airport scanners it holds a single bullet. The courier would have carried it in parts on his flight over and slipped through boarder control with it scattered innocuously throughout his luggage. But now here it sits assembled and… Jongin swallows.
“You fuckers,” one-eye wheezes around his damaged throat and Jongin realises with stomach-dropping horror that he’s speaking in plural; he picked up on Kyungsoo calling him by name. The weapon swings almost in slow motion and Jongin watches Kyungsoo come to a frightened stop just as the courier centres the handgun on him instead. He seems to clutch the penguin tighter, eyes huge. And Jongin recognises the moment the damaged man who already knows he has absolutely nothing left to lose decides to make it hurt as much before the end for Jongin too.
One-eye shoots.
Jongin moves without thinking as the trigger is puled and the primates scream again. He’d aimed for his shoulder to try and connect with Kyungsoo but he’s too far and all he can do is throw himself bodily in front. The impact is instantaneous and heavy.
Jongin collapses to both Kyungsoo’s yell and the burning force of the bullet ripping through his side. He doesn’t register hitting the ground but it’s there all too soon as Kyungsoo reaches him first, skidding over and dropping to his knees and this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, this isn’t it at all, this is all wrong-
Kyungsoo’s knees hit the hard floor beside Jongin’s waist and he reaches for the wound. “Nonono…” He smacks a hand on the bloodied entrance area and Jongin wants to push him away, to tell him to get the fuck out because he can’t protect him, he can’t…
“Run,” Jongin begs, his whole side a mess of pain. “Get out.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t respond. The penguin is still there, Jongin thinks fuzzily. Even after all this. Propped on his thighs. It’s a strange detail but Jongin can’t seem to focus. Everything is impermanent. He’s losing blood.
Kyungsoo looks up as one-eye approaches, sauntering across the small space. His previously peaceful face is a mess of anger and something Jongin can’t figure out. It’s beautiful and deadly and Jongin is close to delirious if he thinks Kyungsoo is stunning even like this. He tries to shove Kyungsoo away from him but his fingers are strangely cold and they slip in red streaks across Kyungsoo’s wrist as he applies pressure to Jongin’s side with his hand.
One-eye reaches them and even with his useless left arm Jongin knows what’s going to happen. He struggles to sit up but Kyungsoo ignores his pleas and keeps him pinned. His eyes look like fire. Jongin finally clasps Kyungsoo’s single hand wetly, wanting to apologise, to tell him everything and say he’s so sorry his heart could break for it. For dragging him into this massive mess…
But Kyungsoo doesn’t move. He sits back on his haunches, Jongin curled weakly about his knees and looks the courier in the eye. Then the penguin explodes, chest puffing outward in a sharp line of fluff and material. One-eye freezes for half a second, a stunned look flitting across his face before he collapses. He’s dead before he hits the ground.
Kyungsoo throws the toy and what Jongin can see is a handgun aside and kneels over him, fingers deftly going to the miniature ear piece hidden in the crook of Jongin’s ear. He tugs it out and inserts it in his own, talking rapid-fire.
“Callsign Delta Oscar. Who is this handler?”
Jongin blinks, everything dipping in and out of focus but he can’t piece this all together in between the dark that’s creeping up his vision. What the hell… He can hear Kyungsoo still talking.
“-need an extraction immediately. And a containment crew. Threat neutralised but I have an agent down. Hey, hey. No stay with me. Jongin?”
There’s a moment where Jongin can feel a soft hand on his cheek and Kyungsoo whispering frantic things but he loses consciousness before he can make them out. The hand is so, so warm. And Kyungsoo is safe. No matter what happens that’s… that’s going to be enough.
* * *
The hospital room is pale white with brightly pink and blue-tinged accents. Cartoon pictures of plump, happy animals dance across the ceiling, leading in a long line down to a collection of brightly colored balloon animals on one side table. All of this is how Jongin knows he’s woken up in one of the government-run facilities his company employs as a front. A fully functioning private children’s hospital with an entire wing and medical team on standby for whenever a dark, unmarked car pulls up to the emergency department with a bleeding agent in the back.
A particularly artistic balloon decoration sitting amongst the pile is twisted into the shape of a gigantic dick with Chanyeol’s handwriting cheerfully scribbled across it in marker. Sometimes assassins really are ridiculous. Jongin blinks and groans, smacking his dry post-surgery mouth.
Lifting one side of the thin white sheet with his IV-attached hand shows a long bandage covering most of his side; Jongin lets his head thump back against the covers and sighs up at the joyful cartoon animals. Rolling his face to the right he can make out  a small thawing jug of ice chips and a paper cup. Reaching for them makes his side ache so he’s in the process of trying to half sit up awkwardly while not pulling any stitches when the door to his room opens. Jongin ignores it; he can just hook his fingertips onto the cup lip…
“Sit back before I have them strap you to the bed.”
Jongin’s fingers fumble at the familiar voice and he knocks the cup off the table. Trying to catch it only makes him arch in pain and the next second there’s a small, firm hand on his shoulder pushing him back and softly exasperated words.
“Do I have to call Jongdae in to babysit you? That’s his name right?”
Jongin blinks up at Kyungsoo, leaning over him with a look caught halfway between stern and worried. Jongin smiles automatically at the sight of his face before the memories all come crashing back. A fluffy penguin. Sweet tea and a shirt with comic sans. Blood and straw and a manta ray named Jongsoo. A wooden toy rifle and a very real plastic gun. A boy with big, shy eyes and shockingly steady hands. Jongin stares, confused and still unable to make his thoughts line up through the post-surgery pain medication.
“Who are you?”   
Kyungsoo smiles softly, sinking down onto the side of the bed now that he’s sure Jongin isn’t going to fall out of it. “I’m Kyungsoo,” he says quietly. Jongin shifts a leg under the sheet and knees him gently in the butt.
“I didn’t hit my head. What are you?” He remembers a designation callsign and they’re only carried by… Jongin blinks as Kyungsoo reaches for a fresh cup and pours out several watery ice chips. He hands it over and makes sure Jongin isn’t going to drop it.
“I’m with the undercover division,” Kyungsoo replies, confirming Jongin’s suspicion. He looks almost sheepish. “I started last week. This diplomatic mission was my first assignment.”
Jongin remembers Jongdae’s reference to the company hiring recently. All of a sudden Kyungsoo’s comment that he had just changed jobs makes perfect sense. “Public relations huh?” he asks, looking pointedly over the rim of his cup as he takes a small sip.
Kyungsoo flushes. “I scored low on the lawful deception units. I find white lies work better for me.”
The cold water is incredibly soothing. Jongin crunches on a sliver of ice. “Nice work then. Agent.” He stresses the word, hoping it hides the wistfulness under laid. He hesitates. “So you were briefed on me? On my participation?”
Kyungsoo replaces the jug. “I was informed there would be an on-call assassin assigned to the case. I didn’t know it was you until I saw you at the zoo.”
Ah. Ouch. Jongin nods, swallowing at those words. A tiny chunk seems to wedge in his throat. Of course. It had been a mission on both their sides; just as Jongin was mingling with Kyungsoo to tail the courier he’d been played by the undercover agent in turn. Great. It was all… Jongin really shouldn’t have let himself get swept away in the moment. What an embarrassment. Chanyeol and Jongdae would tease him about this until the ends of time. He feels like sinking into the covers and never coming out.
Kyungsoo seems to sense a shift in Jongin’s mood because he stretches back to the side table and picks up the jaunty dick balloon. “Sixteen inches.”
“No it’s not,” Jongin quips and Kyungsoo bats him with it.
“Not this. That’s the size of the smallest penguin species. It’s the Little Blue penguin.”
Jongin downs the last of the iced water. It had been so incredibly endearing before but now… “You don’t have to keep doing it,” he mumbles and Kyungsoo shoots him a confused look.
“Doing what?”
“The…” Jongin gestures with the empty cup. “Undercover bit. I get it. You’re off duty now. Mission over, villain dead, international crisis diverted, yadda yadda yadda.”
“You’re pouting.”
“Am not. But you don’t have to keep it up.”
Kyungsoo levels Jongin with a look that seems suddenly far too shy. “Uh, I would love to but I can’t exactly turn it off.”
Oh his ears are turning pink now. Jongin squints. “Huh?”
“It’s…” Kyungsoo plays with the tip of the cock, running his fingers distractedly across the fat, plastic tip and Jongin kind of wants to strangle himself with it because that image is going to be burned into his dreams. “I really love penguins, okay?”
Jongin finally snatches the balloon toy off him with his good hand. He tosses it aside and is pretty sure some random nurse is going to get a surprise when she cleans the room later. “Really?”
Kyungsoo nods, looking at his lap. He offers a small, hidden smile and Jongin wonders if you can pull a stitch just from pining too hard.
“Yeah that was… that was me. When I’m nervous. It really is a bad habit. I should probably try to change it before I get assigned again-”
Jongin looks him in the eye. “It’s a great habit,” he replies carefully, all the air in his lungs coming out on those hopeful few words. Kyungsoo glances up sharply, remembering their conversation from before. His mouth does that slow curve up into a heart shape until he’s practically beaming at Jongin and god he looks so surprised and happy. Jongin wants to try and say something –to see if he’s been reading too much into all of this or not- when the room is suddenly filled with several more larger, excited bodies; Chanyeol and Jongdae barrelling in to visit.
Kyungsoo gets nestled out of the way as the two other agents descend loudly on Jongin’s bed, arms full of stupidly large bouquets and bags of presents. Kyungsoo quietly steps aside, lost in the ensuing chaos and hovers for a few seconds at the back of the room before slipping out. Jongin is about to call after him when Chanyeol dumps his armful of gifts on the table.
“Hey where did my special balloon go?”
* * *
Jongin drifts in and out of medically-assisted consciousness as he recovers, rest deemed the most healing by his doctors as he’s monitored and he takes the sleep eagerly. He has the strangest dreams though. In one of them he’s sure he knows there’s someone nearby, but when he’s woken for meals he’s alone.
On the final day before his discharge he wakes to find a familiar bundle of fluff sitting on the bedside table. The big toy penguin is a little lopsided now but it’s propped up, a bandage stuck across the hole in its middle.
Jongdae absolutely doesn’t miss the penguin when he arrives to drive Jongin home. His eyebrows shoot up to comical levels as Jongin stands ready to go by his bed, fluffy bird tucked under one arm.
“That didn’t come from me.”
“Nope.” Jongin walks past him. Jongdae helpfully grabs his overnight bag and holds the door open.
“Or Chanyeol.”
Jongin deliberately pretends he can’t hear and keeps his mouth shut, squeezing the penguin tighter. Jongdae skips after him, mouth kicked up at the corners, trailing questions the entire trip home.
Jongin stores his bag in the trunk. He keeps the penguin on his lap.
* * *
The very large and very conversation-inducing toy takes up residence on the small desk Jongin uses when he’s not out on assignment. He’d often wondered in the last few days he had home as to how he could repair the penguin’s wound but he can’t sew even a button to save his life and his friends are equally as useless. So the fluffy form of the penguin returns with him to work and enjoys it’s view of the busy bullpen of agents from Jongin’s desk. It’s all he can offer it really, since there’s not exactly any windows in the subterranean complex.
The office-like setup within the building exists because contrary to popular belief, killing for work has an inordinate amount of paperwork attached to it. And Jongin with the highest body count in the department is often elbows-deep in the printed aftermath. Bond movies lie about so much. Jongin tries to distract himself from thoughts of Kyungsoo with signing waver forms.
Thankfully Chanyeol rescues him on the afternoon of his first day back by plonking his butt on the corner of Jongin’s desk and delivering a sealed diplomatic pouch from China. It contains a thickset envelope.
“The secretary of state sends his thanks. He was particularly impressed with the lack of collateral given the public venue.”
Jongin cracks opens the seal on the pouch and skims the message. “We got lucky.”
“Yixing still wants you to attend the state dinner so he can congratulate you in person and make a nice big fuss behind closed doors.” Chanyeol eyes Jongin. “So about this ‘we’…”
Jongin replaces the envelope and stuffs the bag into a top drawer, spinning the small combination lock on it. “I regret telling you any of this.”
Chanyeol’s grin is endlessly happy. If his legs weren’t too long to kick he’d be swinging them right about now. “You know Jongdae would have spilled the beans eventually. He had access to your mission report after all. Plus it was so cute how Kyungsoo wouldn’t even leave the emergency department that first day until he got to see you in hospital-”
“I need coffee.” Jongin stands up, shoving past Chanyeol who very helpfully trails him out into the long hallway staff use for their breaks. It’s filled with far too many vending machines because apparently even those who save the world need to pay ten thousand won for a chocolate bar.
“So have you spoken to him yet?”
Jongin pulls up to a stop beside the singular best addition to their lair since the tech gurus figured out how to get wifi to stop bouncing off the triple layer of concrete surrounding the headquarters; a high-end coffee machine. He stuffs a pod into the receptacle, uncaring of the fact that it’s the unhealthiest choice there. He needs a chai latte. “Not yet. I haven’t seen him today and I still need to do my re-evaluation after my injury.”
The urge to find Kyungsoo in the huge complex had been nearly impossible to resist from the moment he had returned but the stacks of bureaucratic red tape that had greeted him had reined in that impulse. Still Jongin feels it like a low buzz in his fingertips. Kyungsoo is here. Really here. Somewhere.
Chanyeol looks incredibly smug at that comment and sneaks in a second cup next to Jongin’s on the machine’s silver pouring tray. “Is that scheduled for today?” he asks, far too innocently.
Jongin narrows his eyes. “Why?”
Chanyeol stuffs his hands into his pockets, shrugging. “Just curious,” he replies casually. Jongin shoots him a look as Chanyeol presses the button on the machine that starts the milk steaming.
“Upstairs wants me re certified and back out in the field by next week,” Jongin answers slowly. “Something about a diplomatic envoy to Hong Kong that needs protection. So I have a slot open for use any time this afternoon. You know how the boys from ballistics love me.”
“Please don’t show them up again.” Chanyeol tips a finger at him. “You know how territorial they get over the scorecard count.” He shifts his cup from below the coffee dispenser nozzle to the freshly-steamed milk. His moves are calm and slow but his voice gives it away. “But you should take today’s slot.”
“Why?” Jongin watches Chanyeol’s cup bubble up with the thick milk foam on top of the coffee, frowning. “Is Minseok in a rush or something?”
“Nope,” Chanyeol retrieves his cup and nudges Jongin’s into position with the air of a friend about to drop the biggest surprise. He’s grinning like he could burst. “You’ve been assigned Kyungsoo as your assessor this week.”
“What-” Reaching for his cup Jongin nearly drops it. Smooth. “Ow. How?” He wipes his abused fingers, flicking the hot droplets away. Clearing his throat he tries again. “I mean… he’s not even assigned to certification. He’s undercover.”
Chanyeol takes a sip of his drink. “You know the lesser-used operatives need a secondary position for when they’re not in the field. I looked into Kyungsoo and his previous position was a rifle instructor in the military.”
So he has combat experience too, Jongin thinks with a tingle that sits low in his belly. Fuck.
Yeah, Jongin is… he never thought he had a type but maybe all it took was short, cute, messy-haired and kindhearted. With the ability to drop a target at a hundred yards apparently.
Chanyeol closes Jongin’s mouth with the tip of his finger. “So in short: please go ask him out before someone else does.”
Jongin swallows the burn his stomach produces at those words. He knows Chanyeol isn’t talking about himself; he’s in a might-as-well-be-married relationship with their top linguistics expert Baekhyun and Jongin has never seen two people so committed, both to each other and to scarring the cleaners for life when they stumble on them both in the middle of the night ‘working late’.
But the words still bounce around inside Jongin’s skull, echoing. Unable to bring himself to speak for a moment he finally squeezes the words out, jealousy sticking to the insides of his chest like glue. “Is Kyungsoo… I mean is anyone-is there someone here who wants to ask him out?”
Chanyeol shrugs. “I asked around. He may be new but he’s had offers. Rumor has it he’s declined them so far.”
“Ah,” Jongin frowns into his coffee cup. He remembers their accidentally intertwined missions. How he never found out if things had been more than one-sided. “Maybe he’s just not interested in dating. I wasn’t.”
“Maybe…” Chanyeol replies softly with a look that plainly says Jongin is being a moron. “The rest of them didn’t have a stuffed penguin.”
* * *
The practice range is blessedly, wonderfully empty when Jongin arrives. Not that he snuck a peek around the basement level and the strange little offices attached to it just to make sure before he kitted up or anything. None of the ballistics team are here yet and no… criminally attractive  assessor. Yet.
Safety glasses, vest and hearing protection on, Jongin allows the routine of checking, loading and setting up the series of handguns on offer to calm him. It’s mostly automatic and he works his way through each of the different weapons on the long training bench methodically. He pulls up six practice targets at the furthest end of the range, sets them at the correct distance and jacks the slide on the first handgun, chambering the starting bullet. Then with a long breath he raises the weapon, sights and fires without pause, emptying the small clip.
The projectiles rip through the paper. Six targets; six bullseyes. Clean through the centre mass of each page. Jongin knows there won’t be anything left of the central circle marker to identify outside of the faintly singed hole. Ballistics are going to hate him when he outscores their current first place record holder again. Jongin grins to himself and steadies his stance, picking up the second weapon and chambering a round.
A light signalling that someone else has entered the range makes Jongin automatically slide one side of the soundproof headphones he’s wearing off as per safety precautions just before he takes another aim down the range’s length and squeezes the trigger.
“Nice shooting.”
Jongin’s shot jerks wide, striking the metal bracket that holds the target in place, missing absolutely everything in view and ricocheting off to land in the dirt. Holding the weapon up like a fool for a moment longer he hears a familiar deep laugh.
“Sorry, did I startle you?”
Jongin looks around. Kyungsoo is standing about a foot away, his own hands cupped over his ears and his eyebrows raised innocently at his question. Jongin swallows thickly, yanking his headphones down to rest around his neck.
Kyungsoo is decked out in casual jeans and a dark grey shirt with a tiny, adorable penguin pictured balancing on a floating ice chunk. It’s winking up at Jongin and the speech bubble below its flippers says I think you’re cool… let’s chill?
Jongin flicks his eyes quickly back up to Kyungsoo’s face. “Uh, no. I just…” Jongin glances down the range, scratching his head. “Missed.” 
Kyungsoo lowers his hands, smiling. “Well whenever you’re ready we can start the assessment, but there’s no rush. It’s just good to see you healthy again.”
“It’s nice to be back.” Jongin replies quietly. He takes a half step closer. “So um, I've been meaning to say thank-”
Kyungsoo’s phone rings. With a hurried apology Kyungsoo excuses himself and briefly steps back outside of the noisy range to take the call, the soundproof door clicking shut again behind him. Jongin slumps. 
One of the perpetually irritating ballistics team saunters past while Jongin is running through his head what he should say next. The guy makes a show of slinging his hearing protection off, glancing pointedly at the sizeable dent in the holding bracket at the end of the range and then the spent bullet on the floor. He pulls up and goes almost toe to toe with Jongin, shoving into his space just to smirk. “Looks like someone finally lost their edge.”
Without breaking eye contact Jongin rises his right hand and fires the rest of the clip down the range. The ballistics boy shrieks and covers his ears, cowering at the unconstrained reverberation in the long, cavernous space. Jongin doesn’t flinch and when he lowers his arm the guy whirls around, eyeing the gently waving piece of paper. Nine bullet holes are clustered about the centre.
He spins back, peeling his hands from his ears furiously but Kyungsoo bounces back in right that moment.
“Sorry about that. Where were we?”
Jongin eyes the other guy. “Something about me retaking my assessment,” he mutters darkly and the asshole finally slinks away, flipping him off behind Kyungsoo’s back. Jongin smiles sweetly back because he knows the exact color Chanyeol’s face is going to go when he has to tell him off later.
Kyungsoo nods, pulling a pen from his back pocket. It has a squishy orange topper on the end shaped like a penguin. “Right. You have all week if you really find you need it but we’ll see how we go today. You just have to get through the physical, the psyche eval and the range.” 
“Are you doing… all of them?” Jongin asks faintly. Why did Minseok pick now of all times to take leave?
“Just the weapons. Junmyeon will handle the rest.”
Jongin nods. There feels like a million different things he wants to say but now that Kyungsoo’s back to standing in front of him Jongin is viscerally reminded of simple things like how plush his lips are or how he’s the perfect height for Jongin to throw an arm around his shoulders and hug him and hey, maybe they should get a drink sometime. Another one. One where they’re both not tailing an internationally wanted criminal-
Kyungsoo smiles up at him expectantly, penguin pen poised.  Jongin promptly forgets all his prepared words in the wake of those bright eyes.
When Jongin doesn't answer Kyungsoo helpfully gestures to the targets assembled on the far end of the range. “You can continue practising until you want to start-” he offers and Jongin nods weakly, returning to the guns on the bench. He picks up a modified semiautomatic and it’s clip.
“-I’ll just watch.”
Jongin fumbles the clip and drops it on the floor.
* * *
“It was so embarrassing,” Jongin whines.
The soft beige lounge suite in Jongdae’s office is long enough that Jongin is flopped out on it like some kind of an impromptu therapist’s couch. He groans into the pillow he’s holding over his face. “I couldn’t hit a single target for the next hour. In the end Kyungsoo even sent the weapon away for re-calibration because he thought there had to be something wrong with it. But he was so handsome standing there that I couldn’t focus…”
Jongdae laughs softly as he walks around the room, slowly watering the endless collection of succulents he seems to love collecting. “Remind me again why you didn’t just ask him out?”
“I tried. But he'd decided to check my grip at that point and so he got really close behind me and held my hands and… fuck, Dae. I haven’t even thanked him for saving my life yet. And now he probably thinks I’m a total klutz-”
“To be fair you are. But only around him.”
Jongin shifts the pillow to glare at his friend. “-and someone else is probably going to sweep him off his feet while I’m looking like an idiot.”
Jongdae shrugs, misting a shiny little succulent in a pot on his bookshelf. Jongin thinks its name is Horololo or something equally strange. Jongdae names all his plants. He scowls at the little green thing.
“How do you even tell them apart? You move them around so much.”
“It’s easy.” Jongdae pats one of the squat little leaves happily. “Ko Ko Bop has those coloured bits to the end of his stem whereas Monster gets dark spots if you leave him in the sun too long, but Tempo-”
Jongin stuffs the pillow back over his face. Jongdae continues happily rattling off each of the succulent’s names like a proud dad, finishing with “And you’ll never know if you don’t try.”
“What?”
Jongdae rounds the couch, crouches down and fondly mists the plant on the side table nearest Jongin. “Kyungsoo. I saw the security footage from the zoo. You know he blushes every time you stand too close to him.”
Jongin scowls at his handler. “You have far too much access to things in comms. And he probably just got excited telling me about penguin habitats or something.”
“If you weren’t falling over everything in a five mile radius of him today you might notice a lot more.”
Jongin whines softly into the pillow. “I mean I thought he was pretty amazing even before I knew he was also trained in undercover espionage.” He thumps a heel against the couch sadly.
“Then show him that,” Jongdae replies, infinitely patient. “Try not to hit your head hard enough that you pass out as you do and I’m sure he’ll see what a delight you are.”
A set of footsteps wanders into the room. “What’s a delight?” Kyungsoo asks, looking up from his assessment folders.
Jongin sits bolt upright, tossing the pillow aside. “Jongdae’s plants. And I’m late for my psyche eval,” he manages as he stands and darts past Kyungsoo. “Don’t forget to water Horolobop.”
* * *
“Are you avoiding me?” Kyungsoo asks quietly that evening just as Jongin is alone in the cubicles and stretching back in his chair, popping every last tired joint he has.
The chair tilts back to fast Jongin nearly falls off it. He manages to hook a knee against the underside of his desk just in time to avoid making enough of a spectacle that he has to change jobs, switch careers and move to a whole other country out of sheer embarrassment. “No?” Jongin manages weakly, steadying himself back into the proper position.
Kyungsoo levels him with a long look that seems… hurt. Jongin scrambles to try to change that.
“Well yes. But not in a bad way, I-” Jongin watches Kyungsoo’s face fall even further. Crap. “I didn’t mean to but I didn’t know what to say and where to start because I’ve never really…”
“It’s okay,” Kyungsoo says quietly, stopping Jongin in his rambling tracks. He crosses his arms over his sweet, flirty little shirt almost like he wants to hide it. “I know that it’s easy to misread things in the heat of the moment and I was probably a bit too forward when we first met and if I’ve made you uncomfortable I apologise-”
“I’ve been an idiot,” Jongin blurts helplessly. He’s fucked up and goddammit he’s still fucking up. “Can we start again?”
Kyungsoo nods his head. “I understand if you want to keep this strictly professional before we make some kind of a big mistake and…” he sighs, glancing away. “Pinguinus impennis,” he whispers sadly.
The mother of all light bulbs goes off above Jongin’s head when he hears that. He spins, scoops the fluffy penguin off the edge of his desk and turns back to take Kyungsoo’s hand. Then he gathers every ounce of courage he has and holds them both.
“I took Latin as part of when I was first starting to learn English during my recruitment.”
Kyungsoo stills, confused. Jongin tentatively swaps his grip on Kyungsoo’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Kyungsoo looks down and Jongin bravely jumps in with both figurative feet.
“That’s an ancient, extinct breed, right? It died out. Well I’m not… I don’t want this to die early just because I didn’t know how to tell you I like you.”
Kyungsoo’s mouth drops open. He looks hopelessly endeared at the penguin-related line and goes to say something else but Jongin takes a deep breath and tugs Kyungsoo along as he leaves the cubicle.
“I know I should have done this properly from the start but I still want to try. I want to show you my cool side again if you'll let me.” Jongin checks the time, toy tucked under one arm. “Come with me? I think I know how to make this up to you.”
Kyungsoo lets himself be guided along towards the industrial sized elevator. “Okay. But you know it was the first scientists actually mistakenly thinking that penguins were some kind of giant auk that gave them that name.”
Jongin freezes, heart dropping. Kyungsoo taps the button for the above-ground level and squeezes their joined hands tightly.
“But I still think you’re cool.”
* * *
The huge shopping centre is nearly empty by the time they reach it, Jongin having rapidly googled the nearest store before they borrowed one of the work vehicles. But that’s perfect because this way Jongin doesn’t have to wait in line. He simply brings them right up to the store they need. Kyungsoo comes to a complete stop before they enter. It looks very much like he's trying not to smile. 
“Are you… Is this a date?”
Jongin looks back at Kyungsoo from the entranceway. He wills his voice not to sound half as nervous as he feels. “Not secret agent enough?”
“It’s Build-A-Bear.”
Jongin lifts up the bandage-covered penguin and reaches for Kyungsoo again, smiling. “I’m not the only one who needed a little surgery.”
Kyungsoo laughs the whole way inside. They take their spot in the queue behind the last child and Kyungsoo doesn’t let go of Jongin’s hand the whole time they spend waiting for the harried-looking assistant to sew together the back of the small girl’s cloud-covered bear.
Finally when they’ve done the little pretend ceremony to bring the toy to life and the girl skips out with her father Jongin steps forward and hands the penguin over.
“I know this isn’t your usual work but could we maybe ask for a little repair?”
The young woman doesn’t miss their conjoined hands. She lifts the penguin up with a smile, assessing it critically. “You guys sure you don’t want a new animal? Not trying to make a sale or anything but this one has seen better days.”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “No thank you. He’s kind of special.”
The lady shrugs. “Okay then. It’ll take me fifteen minutes to get it sorted. You want a little extra stuffing put back in too?”
Jongin looks to Kyungsoo.
“Sure,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “As long as he’s fixed.”
Jongin brushes his thumb across the back of Kyungsoo’s hand and together they watch the young woman place the toy across her knee and remove the small patch keeping the penguin together. She gives the muzzle burn on the back of the bird a suspicious look but Kyungsoo hurries to explain how candles just shouldn’t be kept around small children and by the end of it Jongin is pretty sure he’s going to get a far better grade on his next lawful deception unit. And also that the woman now thinks they’re adoptive parents.
By the time she cleans, stuffs and sews the soft toy back up on both sides the mall outside is starting to switch it’s lights off. Jongin watches as she pauses before setting the final couple of stitches.
“Did you two uh-” she shrugs. “We have the whole heart ceremony thing for the kids. Sew it in and everything. Did you guys want..?”
The woman holds up a tiny fabric heart which Jongin knows from his niece and nephew is both cheesy and vitally important to a million small children, but he watches Kyungsoo reach out and take it nonetheless.
“Sure. If you ring it all up we’ll set it in place then you can close the shop on time.”  
Jongin stares at the little puffy object as the woman gratefully heads to the counter, and at Kyungsoo who takes the penguin and cradles it carefully in the crook of one arm. It feels kind of perfect to touch a fingertip to the heart. Jongin licks his lips and shuffles closer.
“Thank you for saving my life,” he whispers, looking Kyungsoo in the eye. “I’ve been wanting to say that since I woke up.”
Kyungsoo smiles up at him. “Thank you for saving mine. I never thought when I joined up that someone would be throwing themselves in front of a bullet for me.”
Jongin rubs the little heart, brushing Kyungsoo’s fingers that are also trailing across it as they guide the little item into its new forever-home. “Hey,” he admonishes softly, nudging their shoulders. “If I didn’t then who else would I ever hear facts from?”
The peaches of Kyungsoo’s smile grow pink. His eyes are shy. “Penguins mate for life,” he whispers.
Jongin presses the heart gently into the back of the penguin’s body and dips his head. “Perfect.”
Kyungsoo pushes up onto his toes and meets him halfway, sealing their mouths together in the dark with a faint, happy sound. His free hand comes to rest warmly on Jongin’s waist, navigating his holster and Jongin finally gives in to the urge he’s had to settle an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders, drawing him close until they’re flush together.
This also feels very much like a forever-home.
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brooks-and-streams · 4 years
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The Perfect Shot
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Is a lil spooky yall 
Chanyeol doesnt understand double entendre 
Photographer!Chanyeol and Assassin!Reader
The satisfactory taste of murder filtered through ice to the bottom of her drink. The glass was nursed in her bruised hand. She kept her well-managed balance with her other arm situated along the bar, broken hand on display. The lights around the bar illuminated empty chairs and empty space. No one dared to penetrate the area she inhabited despite the vast amount of bodies that moved around in the small room. The bartender kept his distance from the woman in black. Everyone kept their distance from the assassin until a tall man with a camera tugging at his neck and an ear-to-ear smile threw the door open. He made his way to the bar out of ignorance of his surroundings. Immediately, he struck up conversation as he waded through blood soaked fog.
“My name’s Chanyeol,” he said. He asked for her name. Silence. He asked what she was drinking. Silence. He asked if she came here often. Silence. He asked if she would be interested in knowing how he takes the perfect shot. An eyebrow lifted, almost involuntarily. She was intrigued. “I shoot as well,” she smirked. “What kinds of things do you like to shoot?” He asked quickly. “Everybody has that one thing they are best at shooting.” “People.” She kept her eyes on the photographer as the bartender chuckled to himself as he dried various glasses. “Oh! So you do headshots?” He dropped himself into the seat closest to the woman who was discreetly covered in someone else’s blood. “Something like that.” The photographer pulled his chair even closer to the woman. She sipped slowly on her drink while he downed his drink the moment it was set in his hand. “So,” the assassin leaned in. There were only a few inches separating their noses. “How do you take the perfect shot?” “I look through my lens, find the best framing, then I close my eyes, open them and see if I still think that is the best picture.” The man smirked from the confidence he thought he was exuding. “What about you? Do you have a technique?” “Well,” She started. “I find I do my best work after taking a single deep breath.” “That must take a while, huh?” He nudged her with his elbow. “Not necessarily. I have a lot of time. I prefer long range shots.” Again, the bartender chuckles. “Incredible!” The photographer exclaimed. “We should take shots of each other.” This time, she followed close behind him out the doors into the night.
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fuckyeahexofics · 5 years
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helo helo, I wanted to thank you for your constant work! and if it's not too much trouble I would like to ask if you could list some Kyungsoo/Everyone fics?
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hi sweetie! I found a few but I have not read all of them so please take note of the warnings and of course, these are all rated..
Adrift (a different place from the world I knew) (killers!au)Incendiary Love (daddy kink)Submissive (PWP)the moment we become one (we'll be the lucky ones) (soulmates)Winter Heat (hybrid!au)
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kuramalvbt · 6 years
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okay but imagine your otp where person a is a really cute assassin and there’s a storm going on while they were on a mission and they decide to crawl into one of the windows of an apartment building. but person b sees them fly in through the window like a fricking ninja and doesn’t know what to do because “oh my gosh this ninja’s super cute and looks deadly what do i do?” and person a notices person b and the first thing that’s said in that awkward position is person a going “i’m not trying to kill you i swear”.
make it better: person b passes out after person a said that
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sgt-seabass · 3 years
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𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
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During the Hydra takeover, the Winter Soldier becomes infatuated with a girl who makes him feel whole.
pairings — winter soldier x reader w/c — 4,2k This is an explicit fic. 18+ only.
warnings: hydra wins au, 18+ smut (sex, male and female orgasms), mentions of violence during Hydra takeover (non-graphic descriptions). a/n: set in the universe where Hydra wins. fic inspired by Monster by EXO and the emotions it gives me.
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The day that Hydra won, everything changed.
It was a swift takeover, political sites all over the world taken ambush by the overpowered Hydra forces. The world seemed to freeze, teetering on the edge of panic.
However, everyone’s attention turned to the Avengers. Surely, they would stop the world from being taken over?
But as it turned out, they weren’t the world’s heroes that day. Hydra threatened the assassination of millions of political figures and innocents if the Avenger’s didn’t hand themselves in.
Instead, they vanished. No one knew where they went, but as the shots rang out in each parliament house, the world lost their faith in the fallen mantle that was the Avengers.
The overtaking of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was the most symbolic, and held by far the most casualties, thousands being killed within twenty-four hours of Hydra’s reign.
In the scheme of the situation, you were small fry. A meek girl who had been hired as a gardener for S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Like most overpriced, ugly modern buildings, S.H.I.E.L.D. had invested a significant amount of money into adding lush greenery to help aid a less monotonous aesthetic and help with the ‘mental health’ of employees.
Whatever their reasoning didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was keeping the spaces flourishing. Despite the size of the headquarters, there were only three significant garden areas, all situated near the different cafeterias the building held.
You’d often spend your time outside, tending delicately to the foliage that thrived under your gentle touch. It was your pride and joy, watching the way the flowers blossomed and plants bloomed from just small buds. Your life was otherwise dull, but it was enough to live to see something grow under your care.
On the fateful day, you were standing in the garden of tenth floor cafeteria, when shots rang out and the screaming started.
You weren’t an agent. You didn’t even like watching action movies. So, when green and black clad armed forces sporting the tentacled insignia stormed into the cafeteria, you froze. In the warm breeze your light blue modest summery dress swayed, and it would have been a cool and calming atmosphere if you could hear anything over the shrieks of people inside. You looked to the balcony, but you weren’t stupid enough to think you could survive a ten-floor drop.
A Hydra agent gripped you by the forearm, dragging you inside as you almost tripped over in your kitten heels, your watering can and fertilizer cast aside as you were forced to your knees with the other forty people in the room. You cursed yourself for not dressing more appropriately, but it was a Friday in the middle of summer, and you were meant to be going out for dinner with your only friend, Alice, who worked on the thirteenth floor in finance. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was in the same situation as you. If she was even alive.
The Hydra soldiers watched over the cafeteria, guns held readied, as if they were begging for someone to so much as step out of line. And two poor souls did. Two young women, sobbing uncontrollably, tried to make a run for it. Within seconds they were shot down, bodies slumping to the floor with a sickening thud. Your body was in a state of shock, mouth agape as you couldn’t even conjure a scream.
Everyone in the room stayed silent and compliant after witnessing the deaths, the only sound being the rustling of tactical gear from a Hydra agent or an escaping sob from a hostage.
It felt like you had been sitting on your knees for hours, your joints stiff and sore. Right as you went to shuffle more people entered the room and based off the way all the Hydra agents stood to attention you assumed these people held some importance.
In front of the group stood two men. One in a polished suit that was probably worth more money than you would ever earn, his weathered features glowing with pride as he looked over each of you. You recognized him as Alexander Pierce, a fierce political figure, an obviously corrupt fierce political figure.
You gasped softly at the sight of the man next to him. The Winter Soldier. He was clad in leather and kevlar, every single holster filled with an array of weaponry. He was absolutely dripping with malice, and the black mask that covered the lower half of his face made him all the more intimidating.
“Well, Soldat. Any worthwhile keepers?”
The masked man ran a critical eye across the crowd, assessing each individual with clinical precision. He pointed out a male and female agent who seemed fit enough for Hydra’s standards, and they were swiftly given two options by Pierce.
Join Hydra or die.
The female pledged allegiance, while the male chose death.
Another bloodied body was added to the now growing pile at the side of the room.
As the Soldier ran his analytical gaze through the crowd once more, he froze when he saw you. His heart started racing at the sight of you. You reminded him of his childhood crush from the ‘40’s, a time since lost. He’d lost sweet Mary, but you, you made him feel something he thought he’d never feel again. When your eyes met, he felt at home. It made him want to do nothing more than indulge himself in you, engrave himself into your body and soul so all you could think was him.
The Soldier leaned closer to Pierce, whispering something unintelligible into his ear as he kept his stare on you. You felt a cold sweat starting to dampen your skin at the leering look the masked man was giving you.
You didn’t see the way Pierce started smirking, lost in the emotion bubbling within you, your urge to engage in fight or flight rising with each passing moment.
Within a second, two Hydra agents were upon you, one gipping each arm as you were dragged forward.
Your instincts were a raging wildfire now, and your body gave out your physiological reaction, which to your surprise and the surprise of the guards holding you, you froze.
They’d expected you to kick and scream and fight, even try and run. But your body went taut at the threat, heart rate slowing as your body became immobile, feet dragging. The stunned guards stopped, and the moment they halted you couldn’t keep standing as your knees buckled beneath you.
Despite your body being motionlessness, your vision was clear. You stared in terror at the masked man, unsure of what he wanted with you.
You wanted to go home to your small apartment, sit in your cushioned window nook and read the night away. You wanted to crawl into the plush comfort of your bed and pretend the outside world didn’t exist.
You’d been so detached from the moment, when you blinked the masked man was much closer now, on one knee in front of you as he gripped your chin with his large, calloused hands. Confusion spread through you as your heart fluttered at the touch.
“Oh my little kotenok, you’re so sweet.” When he spoke, the deep rumble of his voice sent tingles coursing through you. His words were muffled by the mask, but his tone almost sounded affectionate and there was a slight twinkle to his eye. It stood out against his hard, ominous exterior. There was an undeniable connection, one that you didn’t understand, as if you were long lost soulmates.
A small whimper left your lips as he shooed the guards away, instead opting to bundle you against his chest and lift you. You were still frigid and numb, but amongst it all, the mixture of leather and a musky woodsy scent of the Soldier wafted through your nostrils. And oddly, it calmed you. His steady heartbeat gave you a rhythm to follow, and so you started counting it. And before you could help yourself, your body gave way and passed out in his arms, just in time to miss the firing of bullets and screams as the hostages left in the room were slaughtered.
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  The Soldier didn’t let you go the entire ride back to base. He sat in the back seat of his ride with you in his arms, snapping at the driver when he so much as looked in your direction. The streets were chaos, but his heavily armored vehicle kept his precious cargo safe.
By the time they reached the Hydra base on the outskirts of the city, hidden underground, the Soldier knew everything there was to know about you from his intelligence holdings. You were around the same age as he was when he was first captured by Hydra, you lived by yourself and had no immediate family, and the only friend you did have had been eliminated in the takeover. You were a quiet hard worker, who was often sighted reading in the garden areas when you were on break. A true sweetheart.
As the vehicle pulled into the base the Soldier looked at security camera footage of you from the morning. You were sitting in the sun, basking in its warmth as the wind lightly tousled your hair. The sight was breathtaking. And the Soldier knew you were exactly who he’d been looking for to have at his side. His own little petalled paradise.
The Soldier carried you to his quarters, which was essentially a penthouse underground, and placed you upon the plush king size bed. He moved to the modern and spacious living room to wait for you to wake. As he read through different intelligence reports, making different tactical plans, he realised that his space was incredibly sterile. There was no life, no plants. Just an impersonal space filled with greys and whites. He made a mental note to move to a better space once the takeover had been completed. You were changing him already.
It wasn’t long before you woke, your body confused at the lushness beneath you. As you opened your eyes the first thing you noticed the grey bedsheets that were far too comfortable. Although as you remembered what had happened you shot up, stumbling out of the bed and looking yourself over.
You were still fully clothed, even your heels untouched. There were no marks, no injuries. Calming a little you took in the room around you. It felt like a cell, a fancy cell. While you could tell the furnishings were expensive there was no sentimentality to any of it. Wringing your hands, unsure of what to do, you took small steps to peak your head outside the bedroom door.
From your vantage point you could see the back of the Soldiers head. You took a deep breath and started to approach, looking for an escape route as you did. But there was really nowhere to go. And an odd part of you knew there was nothing to go back to anyway. Your job was undoubtedly gone, and that was the only thing that had given you any real joy. You’d immersed yourself in it to distract from the loneliness that pitted in your heart. And now that was taken away, you didn’t have anything to run to.
Hearing your approach, the Soldier looked over his shoulder, his face stern but eyes giving away fondness. You stopped a few steps away from the couch, gasping at the sight of him. The mask was discarded onto the couch next to him, giving you full view of his face.
As if a moth drawn to a flame, you could help but awe at him. He was undeniably beautiful. His messy hair framed his face, his chin and jaw scruffy with facial hair that was previously hidden behind the black plastic of the mask. You imagined him smiling, his nose scrunching in delight as the corners of his eyes crinkled, his pearly whites flashing and breaking his cold exterior.
Anxiety overtook you as you saw the metal arm, red star blaring a scorching reminder of who you stood before. He’s a killer. The Winter Soldier. You’d heard stories of his conquests. Expert assassinations where his victims didn’t even stand a chance. You mentally kicked yourself for admiring the man and downcast your eyes as you gripped your arms, shifting weight from one foot to the other nervously. “Are you going to kill me?”
The Soldier’s brows furrowed at the question, seemingly trying to find the right words for his answer. The couch creaked as he stood and approached you, his form easily towering over yours. He ran his flesh hand down from your temple, leaving it to rest cupped against your cheek. It was an undeniably soft gesture.
“No, pet. If you let me, I’ll give you everything. We will rule together.” For a moment his robotic voice had a slight Brooklyn tone to it, and it caught you off guard.
We will rule together. Your eyes fluttered, mind going blank.
You’d expected him to kill you or give you some sort of cruel ultimatum, like those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. But he was offering this to you. Asking you to join him.
“But— You’re a monster. A killer.”
He gave a deep, dark chuckle, tilting your head up so his face was inches from yours.
“You don’t seem very scared for someone standing before a monster.”
He was right. Despite everything, there was an odd contentedness that had settled within you. It was unexplainable how he’d so easily captured your heart, twisting it in his grasp so he held your every whim. The danger signals that had previously been ringing in your head had been quelled, and all you could think about was the scent of him, the way you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. Tend to him like a forbidden garden.
You were both wilted, run down from life. But together, you could grow and blossom in the new world set by Hydra.
“I’m scared… By how much I want to say yes,” you admitted honestly, voice rasping as tears threatened to fall.
As wetness trickled down your cheek, he brushed it away with the pads of his fingers.
“Submit to me, kotenok.”
He said simply as you into his eyes, your body subconsciously relaxing at his command. You were hypnotized by him, and when he closed the distance to press his lips to yours, a fire ignited in you like never before.
Everything felt right, like the final puzzle piece being put in place.
This was where you were meant to be.
Your body went lax against him as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He broke the kiss for a moment to nip at your lips, a possessive growl passing through him before he clashed your lips back together.
In a moment of boldness, you cheekily ran bit his bottom lip and rolled your hips, enjoying the sounds it elicited from the Soldier. You’d never felt like this - felt the licking flames that were fueling you.
Smirking against your lips the Soldier pressed your back up against the nearest wall, allowing your hips to grind together, your already growing wetness threatening to leak through your thin cotton panties at the feeling of his clothed erection.
The Soldier paused, your lips barely touching as he ground his hips against you again, the movement rubbing your clit. You mewled headily as your head tilted back to rest against the wall, giving him access to suck the skin at the crook of your neck. His hands gripped at the bottom of your dress, hiking it up and pulling it over your head so that he could tear away your underwear and lacy bra with ease.
Normally you would feel self-conscious being bare in front of someone, but with the Soldier and the way he left hickeys along your neck you felt a sense of endearment and security.
“Are you ready for me, kotenok?” He teased uncharacteristically, continuing to move his hips against your wet core as his fingers plucked your sensitive nipples.
As he started to roll your nubs between his fingers, the pleasure rippling through you started to stoke the fire pooling in your abdomen.
“Yes, please, please,” you begged desperately, pussy clenching around nothing as he continued to toy with your tits.
The Soldier complied, removing his hands from you to undo the buckles on his pants, movements quick as it was clear he was as sinfully hungry as you were.
You felt his hard cock prod at your entrance, and for a moment the Soldier stilled, looking at you for permission, making sure this was what you wanted.
You felt yourself falling deeper down the rabbit hole that was the complexities of the Soldier as you nodded your head to him, letting out small breathy pants in anticipation.
One hand on his length and one hand gripping your hip, he began to slowly sink you down on his girth. The stretch was painful despite your flowing juices, and your back arched against the wall as you whined. You gripped against his leather clad chest as you made it all the way to the hilt.
As he slowly began to thrust in and out of you, you made a strangled noise, cheeks flushing as the pain quickly turned to pleasure. The Soldier used his metal hand on your hip to keep you steady as he returned to his ministrations on your nipples with his right hand.
He husked out deep moans that matched your keens as he set a steady rhythm, your hips slapping together. The fire pooling in your abdomen became a searing heat as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. It was when the Soldier shifted positions so that his member was stroking your g-spot with each thrust that you let out a particularly high moan, body shuddering as your brain went to static, the only thing registering being the carnal pleasure surging through your body and gushing against him.
The Soldier felt your pussy clench around him as you came, the feeling causing him to groan wantonly as he started slamming his hips against you, the steady rhythm lost as he became overwhelmed with the need to fuck you hard.
He pulled you down against his slamming hips, your body drowning in pleasure as his own orgasm approached. With a final groan the Soldier’s frantic thrusts stilled deep in you, his cock pulsing as his cum painted your slick walls.
He rested his head in your neck, hair damp with sweat as he panted. He’d never felt such pure bliss, even before he was given the mantle of the Winter Soldier, when he actually had a chance at a love like this.
You both stayed like that for a moment, gasping for breath as your hearts beat wildly, yet still syncronised with each other, as if you’d melded together to become one.
Time seemed to fly by as the Soldier moved you to the master bedroom’s ensuite, sitting you down in the marble bath before washing you with a gentleness you didn’t expect from the killer. He put you in bed before he went to clean himself. When he returned and climbed into bed with you, there were so many unsaid words hovering between you, but as you moved to snuggle against his broad chest and his hands softly ran through your hair, it seemed that the words weren’t needed.
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     6 months later
The Soldier was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder than any words anyway. And he took every chance he got to show you how much you meant to him. Within weeks of the Hydra takeover, he had moved to a penthouse apartment of one of the most affluent buildings in New York. You knew of the killings, but you were mostly sheltered from the outside world and the pain it would cause you.
The Penthouse was beautiful. Unlike the basement, the space was bright and lively, and the Soldier had a greenhouse set up on the balcony for you to spend as much time as you’d like in. He filled the study with your favourite novels, set up the cosiest of nooks around the home and allowed you to get anything you wanted for the apartment. You filled the home with greenery that made it feel like a peaceful abode.
The Soldier would often be gone for lengths of time and when he’d return, you’d tend to him like your plants - with care and delicate touches that caused the smallest of smiles to dance across his lips. If there was one thing he cared more about than Hydra, it was keeping you happy.
So, when he sat you down on the pale blue couch one afternoon after he had returned beaten and bloody you were worried, leg shaking anxiously as you awaited his words.
“Pet, we captured Black Widow last night. She knows the location of Captain America. She cares too much for the world, and she needs an incentive, one only you can provide.”
Your eyes widened. He’d never involved you in his dealings before. But you were quick to nod your head. He’d done so much for you, you could return the favour.
“Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”
 Within hours the Soldier had taken you back to the Hydra base you had first visited, escorting you to one of the holding cells. The cement was cold and desolate under your bare feet as you padded to the middle of the room where a wooden chair was waiting. Despite knowing the ploy, you couldn’t help but gulp as you sat in the chair and the Soldier secured your arms and legs down with leather straps. Some of your anxieties dissipated as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, but you knew for his plan to work that would be the only tenderness you’d get until the scheme was finished.
The Soldier unsheathed a hunting knife from his thigh holster and twirled it around in his fingers as he waited, not glancing at you as he put himself in the mindset of the Winter Soldier. You hung your head as footsteps approached and willed yourself to start shedding tears like you’d planned. Tears started to drop against your thighs as Natasha Romanoff was dragged into the room, arms bound behind her back. She was very obviously wounded, previous interrogation tactics unsuccessful.
She was thrown at your feet and your eyes met. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of you before she quickly looked back to the Soldier.
“What are you doing?” She demanded, the fearsome Black Widow doing her best to come across intimidating.
The Soldier remained unfazed, still twirling the knife as he considered her. “Natalia. Tell me where the Captain is hiding.”
Natasha scoffed, shaking her head. But her attitude quickly vanished as the Soldier stalked behind you, gripping your hair and tilting your head back before placing the blade against the thin skin of your throat. You whimpered at the feeling of him pulling your hair, not out of fear but arousal. But to anyone else in the room it would have taken it as a sign of panic.
“Don’t— You wouldn’t—”
“Tell me, or she will die, Natalia. I know you have a heart.” For emphasis the Soldier added the slightest amount of pressure to the blade, allowing for a small cut against your neck as blood began to pool.
The stress passing through Natasha was evident.
She couldn’t give up Captain America’s location. She knew Hydra would capture him the first chance they got. But at the same time, the way her heart was shattering at the sight of you, she knew she couldn’t watch you die either. She couldn’t live with the life of an innocent directly on her hands, her ledger already had far too much dripping red. And the Soldier knew that.
As the Soldier raised a brow at Natasha her breathing quickened.
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit! Alright, alright. Just don’t hurt her.”
A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as Natasha gave away the coordinates of the Captian’s hideout. The Avengers. So easy to play when they want to be a protector.
The Soldier removed the knife from your neck and wiped away small amount of blood, the blood already clotting. “Good, kotenok. You did so well,” he cooed, undoing the restraints and rubbing your wrists to make sure the blood flowed back through them.
Natasha watched in shock as you stood up and pressed a kiss to the Soldiers padded shoulder. He placed a kiss to your forehead in return as he ran a hand down your back.
The Black Widow had been trained in keeping a cool head during missions, but Natasha couldn’t help the anguished cry she let out at the revelation that she had given Hydra the location of Captain America for nothing.
You both didn’t look back at her as you left, leaving her to be dealt with by other Hydra agents. The Soldier had promised that he would let you teach him how properly tend to a rose if you’d done a good job, and based of his praises, you had.
The Winter Soldier was a monster. But he was your monster, and you were his.
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sundaysundaes · 3 years
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NCT Masterlist
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LEE · MINHYUNG [ MARK ]
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Length: 5K
One Night Stand
Summary: Lee Donghyuck is a twenty-one-year-old virgin whose sexual experience only includes nearly knocking a girl’s tooth out of her mouth during a sloppy Seven Minutes in Heaven. Yet, he keeps boasting about it. Wanting to shut his mouth for once, his friend, Jeno, dares him to approach a stranger in a bar.
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Female Reader
Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor
Length: 9.3K
Falling
Summary: In the absence of your warmth, Lee Donghyuck begins to reminisce the loving memories he’s shared with you in the past three years, regretting how your first fight turned into something that ended it all.
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Female Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
Length: 11K
Started With A Kiss
Summary: Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Female Reader
Genre: Actor AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor
Length: 10K
24 Hours With You
Summary: A 24-hour peek into the life you spend with your husband, Lee Donghyuck.
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Female Reader
Genre: Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor
Length: 12K
My Words, Your Thoughts
Summary: As an introvert, you are familiar with the silence. Drowning yourself deep in your thoughts has been a habit you’ve become addicted to. Your life begins to change, however, ever since the day you turned twenty. Suddenly, there’s this song that’s stuck in your head, and no matter how much you yearn to hear your thoughts or be comforted by the silence, it keeps on playing. You only get to find the answer to your problem when a young, cute barista hands you a cup of coffee one day, with that song’s lyrics written on the side. And you realize that you’re not the only one who’s been hearing voices in your head.
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Female Reader
Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Soulmate AU, Friends-to-Lovers AU
Length: 36K
MARK X HYUCK
A Shatter in The Dark
Summary: A lethal virus has killed 90% of the world’s population and turns 9.8% into zombie-like, cannibalistic mutants who are extremely vulnerable to the ultraviolet rays in sunlight. And yet, Mark Lee’s number one problem is stopping himself from staring too long at the way Haechan’s jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Pairing: Mark Lee X Lee Donghyuck/Haechan
Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Romance, Smut, Slight Action, Slight Horror, Angst
Length: 18.2K
LEE · TAEYONG
Into the Forest of Fireflies’ Light
Summary: You can only remember summer. Of the love you could never receive. Of the lips you could never truly taste. Of the warmth you could never take. And of a boy with smiles so soft, being consumed by the fireflies’ lights (strongly based on a beautiful Japanese animated movie called Hotarubi no Mori e)
Pairing: Lee Taeyong X Female Reader
Genre: Supernatural AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Angst
Length: 18K
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liyawritesss · 3 years
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Monster - MHA Boys As Mafia Members
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Pairing: Various Characters
Genre: Headcanons
Synopsis: Ever wondered who of the MHA boys would be what in a Mafia?
Warnings: Grown Content, Grown MHA boys, mafia themed headcanons, mentions of murders. REMIMDER THIS DOES CONTAIN MAFIA THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
A/N: For todorki and to all you thirsty whores who love the mafia au. I’ll be doing a separate post for the girls as well, cuz they deserve some love as well. I RECCOMEND LISTENING TO MONSTER BY EXO WHILE LISTENING TO THIS
Izuku Midoriya(Deku) - The Mastermind
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Deku is definitely the mastermind or leader of the mafia, don’t even try to change my mind
He spent years collecting information on various heroes and their quirks, so definitely has breakdowns of each pens strength and weaknesses
His ability to think critically in time-sensitive situations is spot on, and he can make split second decision that will benefit him in the future
His plans will always follow through perfectly, if followed correctly.
Bakugo Katsuki - Weapons Specialist
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Bakugo needs somewhere to let all that anger out, so what better way than for him to be the weapons specialist?
Bakugo will handle anything in regards to the mafia’s firearms and weapons, including the distribution, pickup, repair and creation of them
He particularly favors anything particularly explosive, so bombs, grenades, launchers, ect are very much fair game
He can be very maniacal in the field combat with any weapon, but do not let this man get ahold of a grenade launcher or several city blocks will be destroyed.
Despite his seemingly unhinged personality when he’s with his precious babies, Bakugou is pretty calculative himself. He will sometimes pitch ideas to Deku but generally they butt heads because Bakugo’s plans are less under the radar
Shouto Todoroki - Assassin
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Shouto is blunt, cold, calculative person, which makes him perfect to be the resident assassin of the mafia
He completes his missions no matter what, which holds him in high regard with Deku, and rocky terms with Bakugo
There’s not much known on how he kills his victims, since his practices are not disclosed to anyone - not even Deku - and he rarely ever comes back dirty. Not even the slightest drop of blood.
His bluntness brings a sense of humor to the gang, despite his job title, as well as his ignorance about some basic human understandings
Todoroki only ever responds to Deku, as he is the mastermind and believes that anyone else isn’t really worth his time unless he has to team up with them
Kirishima Eijirou - Interrogator/Torturer
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Kirishima got the skills to make people talk, it depends on them whether its the easy or the hard way
His very upbeat and sarcastic nature is deceiving enough to make his victims drop their guard enough for the real fun to begin
He’ll start by attempting to talk them into submission, because even though he loves being able to break people, he’d prefer the easy and quick way out
However, if he has to, he doesn’t mind getting dirty in exchange for information
He has a wide range of tactics in order to get people talking, but normally starts off with a bit of roughing up with his hands. This could last for however long he pleases, or until he’s particularly irritated and his victim is acting tough.
He was given the nickname ‘Boulder’ by Deku because in their first encounter Deku found it very hard to break Kirishima’s willpower down, making him a valuable asset to the gang
Kaminari Denki - Spy
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Denki may seem like someone who can’t hold secrets, but I believe that it’s because of his easy going nature that he’d make an amazing spy
He’d be amazing at infiltrating institutions and organizations, using his friendly personality and laid back attitude to gain the trust of his enemies and getting people to drop their guards.
He’d also be incredibly sneaky and use sarcasm and wit to cover up his true intentions. And when given strict orders, nothing can stray him from his path.
He may be an asshole and his sense of humor may have gotten him close to death several times in and outside of the mafia, but Deku sees him as a valuable asset, which has saved Kaminari more times than he’d like to admit.
He’s smart, agile, nimble, and knows when to play and when to work - everyone else are the people confused on which one is which.
Iida Tenya - Legal Consultant & Cleanup-Getaway
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As the legal consultant, Iida is responsible for making sure the group stays under the radar with their illegal activities.
If they do so happen to get caught up with the government, he is the person to turn to to get them out of their situation
If Deku’s plans are followed to a T, Iida’s interventions are rarely ever needed, but there were times where operations were jeopardized because of careless actions
More times than not Iida is seen as the person to organize cleanups and getaways for operations not regarding assassinations, as the two designated assassins are rather clean and quick with their tasks.
Shinsou Hitoshi - Assassin
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Shinsou, paired with Todoroki, are a deadly assassin pair that never miss with their targets
Shinsou swore his allegiance with Deku solely because he owed him after a particular incident involving the two
Originally, and sometimes still, Shinsou works freelance, obtaining information and taking out targets he deems necessary
Money is not his goal, nor is high ranking in crime syndicates - he simply wants to rid the world of people who he deems bad
It takes one to know one, but for Shinsou, his reasonings are justified.
Outside of the Mafia, he only takes jobs he seems necessary. As stated previously, he doesn’t care about how many zeros are at the end of his paycheck - he only cares about whether or not the person he’s being asked to get rid of needs to be eradicated for extreme reasons
While with Deku, upon mutual agreement, Shinsou will obey an order of assassination if he wants to - that much respect is all Shinsou asked of Deku
However, this rarely happens, as Midoriya never calls an assasination that isn’t justified or reasoned. 
Shinsou is dark, almost soleless, and has detached himself from human emotions - one could say he’s a killing machine with a programmed ambition that only he can accomplish.
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rhapsodic-euphoria · 5 years
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Hierarchy- Chapter 1
Masterlist
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You could hear your heat beat against your chest. You clutched your chest, silently begging it to quiet down. Then, the loud sounds of boots crunching down on gravel caught your attention.  
You held your breath as you closed your eyes to wait for the sounds to stop. When you couldn’t hear anything, you exhaled, looking in front of you. Your eyes widened as you saw a pair of boots in front of you.
You tried to look up, but instead the owner of the boots grabbed your hair roughly. You yelled out in pain, begging the man to stop. You thrashed against him, trying pathetically to escape.
“H-Help!” You screamed out into the dark night.
“HELP!”
You bolted awake. Grabbing the black gun under your pillow and aiming it to your bedroom door. Your heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. You looked around the empty room, quickly aiming your gun at the smallest sound.
After a few minutes, you huffed. Tossing your gun back under your pillow. This was getting too ridiculous. As a full-time college student, you would assume the school work being enough to keep your insomnia at bay. But, no, of course not. It was only the opposite. The constant lack of sleep made you jumpier, always keeping a weapon on you at all times, and having your frantic eyes scanning your surroundings every few seconds.
After trying to convince yourself to sleep again, you decided to get up.
You walk out of your small bedroom, grabbing your phone and heading towards the kitchen.
4:05 A.M.
You sighed, turning off your phone. You really didn’t have anything to do. You had already finished your college work for the next month, you only go to lectures to finalize that 100.
You grabbed a tea kettle and your favorite tea with some honey and water, deciding to drink some tea.
As you waited for the shrill of the kettle, you washed your favorite mug, and opened a fresh tea packet and opened the honey.
As the water finished boiling, you slowly poured it into the mug, relaxing as you heard the water hitting the bottom of the mug.
After you were satisfied with the amount, you put in a decent amount of honey, and mixed it.  
You whirled the tea bag around the mug as you traveled towards the nearby window. Admiring the city lights, and the calming distant sounds of the occasional car.
The bling of a notification from your phone snapped you out of your calm state.
Annoyed you huffed out as you opened the message.
Unknown: Tonight, 8 P.M.
Unknown: Kang He-Yong
You were annoyed. You had told them you didn’t take jobs anymore. Another bling made you rethink your decision.
Unknown: 500
You decided to reply a short “Ok”. As soon as you did that, the messages deleted itself.
Sighing, you turned off your phone, aggressively shoving it down the pocket of your sweat pants.  
“It’s okay.” You reassured yourself. “We need the money anyways.”
The horrifying student debt was probably the only thing keeping you to your past. The relief of having at least a portion of your debt paid already convinced you that accepting the job was a good choice.
After finishing your tea, you decided to stretch and start your morning workout. Checking the time, it read 4:50.  
You changed into some yoga pants, a sports bra, and a black thin jacket. As you put your hair up, you contacted your ‘partner’ to get information about this...client.
You stretched a bit before you put on running shoes and grabbing your keys. You closed your front door behind you, locking your door, only before slipping a small, but sharp knife in the pocket of your jacket.
You put earbuds on, turning on some calming music to run to.
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kaisooficrec · 3 years
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Ultimate Top & Dom Kim Jongin Fest : Round 2 (2021)
Mmmh (don't you worry) Don't just sculpt me, please    
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The ULTKJI Fest is back again with delicious top/dom Kai fics. We have selected the KaiSoo stories for you here, but you can check more on the fest’s Twitter account! 
#1 : Kiss Me Meow
Genre: Smut, Friends-with-benefits Length: 11,131 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Dirty talk, Daddy kink, Begging, Semi-Public sex Summary:  Kyungsoo and Jongin agreed on being fuck buddies. While Jongin is such a dominant taking him apart in the sheets, every time he comes to his flat he becomes a fluff ball cooing and petting his cat who seems to like him a lot. Maybe so much they meow for attention and sadness every time he is about to leave and Kyungsoo is beginning to question his own feelings.
#2 : I Heard You Got Lucky
Genre: Rom-Com, Age Swap, College!AU, Virgin!Kyungsoo, Smut Length: 27,369 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Dirty talk, mentions of fisting Summary:  What started as a small lie in order to save himself from his friend’s wrath led Do Kyungsoo to be shoved into the spotlight when rumors started popping out that he slept with Kim Jongin, the campus heartthrob. Things, of course, escalated to where he was no longer in control of his own narrative. To top it off, he didn't even know who Jongin was!
#3 : Loving you softly
Genre: PWP, Established Relationship, BDSM (heed the tags!) Length: 5,392 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Soft BDSM, Sensation play, Featherplay, Riding crops, Prostate milking, Sex toys, Shibari, Flogging, Restraints, Rimming, Aftercare Summary: To say that Kyungsoo is excited is the lie of the century. What he feels is beyond that. It’s been too long since they last had a whole afternoon free to spend solely on each other.
#4 : Fixing a Broken Fairytale
Genre: Depression, Mental Health Issues, Angst with happy ending Length: 12248 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Depression, mental health issues, mentions of molestation and rape Summary: Jongin is the tall and handsome prince Kyungsoo has always dreamed about. He may not be perfect but they balance each others weaknesses. To Jongin, the elder is his superhero and strength, to Kyungsoo the younger was his happiness.But what if one day the beautiful dream for Jongin and Kyungsoo fall apart, will they be able to fix the broken fairytale?
#5 In The Middle
Genre: Royalty, kinks Length: 10105 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Jongin/Kyungsoo/Kai, twins without twincest (Read the tags!) Summary: Day after day Kyungsoo is subjected to suitors asking for his hand. Usually he doesn't spare them a glance But it isn't until he meets twin Princes Jongin and Kai that he finds himself taking another look
#6 : Lil.O.Lait
Genre: Omega verse Length: 8103 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Lactation kink, nursing kink, omega/human Summary: Got Milk?
#7 :  Falling In Love (Is Hard On The Knees)
Genre: Light BDSM Length: 6946 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Sex club, innocent character Summary: Kyungsoo is a sheltered only child who’s never had any experience regarding sex before. That is until Baekhyun convinces him to enter a club—one which turns out to be sex club where he meets a stranger named Kai. The thin line between pleasure and pain seems to disappear as Kai brings both to Kyungsoo’s bedroom.
#8 : flight of the stars
Genre: Daddy issues, Roommates Length: 17880 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Homophobic slur Summary: Kim Jongin, born January 14th, 1994 in Seoul, South Korea. Stuck with a hopeless crush on his childhood friend - all because he was born one year too late.
#9 :  Don't just sculpt me, please    
Genre: Friends with benefits Length: 3269 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Flexible sex Summary: Jongin is an artist working mainly with clay and stone to create an explicit homoerotic art. He needs a model for his new collection.
#10 : Lean On Me
Genre: Strangers to lovers, roommates, camboy!AU Length: 13019 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : crossdressing Summary: Kyungsoo is a popular camboy who enjoys doing cross-dressing during his live broadcasts. Now that he has a new roommate, he doesn’t know when to do his streams. What Kyungsoo doesn’t know is that Kim Jongin, his new hot roommate, is a fan.
#11 : How about your vocal cords on my cock.
Genre: A/B/O dynamics, Enemies to lovers, Rockband Length: 9418 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : Summary: Omega Kyungsoo is the flirtatious vocalist of his band The Dolls while Alpha Kai is the hottie guitarist of the rival band Skin. During a festival, both bands attended and they couldn't contain their hate any longer, until ...
#12 : Mmmh (don't you worry)
Genre: Canon, Roleplay Length: 7197 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : slight exhibitionism, spit as lube Summary: Kyungsoo has his own reasons for staying up late just to pratice the choreography of "Mmmh" in the solace of EXO's dance practice room. However, his plans for the night did not include Jongin himself unexpectedly barging in.
#13 :  A Reason, A Season; and A Lifetime
Genre: Alpha/Human, Soulmates Length: 15845 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : threesome F/M/M, armpit kink, slight dubcon Summary: Sometimes things do not make sense until the very end.
#14 :  Bulletproof
Genre: Enemies with benefits, Assassins!au Length: 3427 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings :  Summary: One minute they're shooting bullets at each other, the next they're shooting cum together. Jongin and Kyungsoo are enemy assassins who found pleasure and love between gunfire and blood.
#15 : take your time with this love (say you're mine forever)
Genre: Alpha/Human, High school!au, College!au Length: 25768 w Rating: R Kinks/Warnings : A/B/O verse, virgin!Kyungsoo Summary: jongin is his best friend. at the age of 17, jongin is destined to be an alpha, while for kyungsoo, he is neither alpha nor omega.kyungsoo realizes he isn't really envious of jongin for becoming an alphait gets painful for him because he catches feeling for his best friend.and that he realizes, he would watch jongin gets an omega partner for himself, getting the one --- that would never be him.
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